The morning hum, it whispers low, A fragile sun on fresh laid snow, Each step a creak, a quiet tune, The air bites sharp, a frosty boon. [Prechorus] Breath like ghosts, it swirls, it lingers, Frost etches lace on window fingers. [Chorus] Oh, the world’s aglow, in winter’s hold, A sparkling quilt of silver and gold. Each step I take, the magic grows, Through the hush of a morning stroll in snow. [Verse 2] Branches bow beneath the white, A crown of stars in morning light. The wind it hums, a gospel true, A hymn for me, a hymn for you. [Bridge] A cardinal's call cuts through the still, A ruby flame on winter's chill. The path ahead, it bends, it dips, I taste the cold on parted lips. [Chorus] Oh, the world’s aglow, in winter’s hold, A sparkling quilt of silver and gold. Each step I take, the magic grows, Through the hush of a morning stroll in snow.
