Snow is spilling
all the way,
Deep in shadows far and low.
Homeward soars the golden ray,
To their foe the capital blow.
Little songs the seas let thrill,
Nature sleeps,
And over all
is still.
Little
songs the seas let thrill,
Nature sleeps,
And over all
is still.
Brightly shining over them,
Still the stars their billow keep,
Distant tolling bell,
Nods the weary mind to sleep.
Softly rippling sounds the river,
Nature sleeps, And over all is still.
And
over all
is still.
Softly rippling
sounds the river,
Nature sleeps, And over all is still.
Still.
