The frost writes poems on my windowpane, A silver script, a sweet refrain. The snowflakes waltz in the morning glow, Like dancers lost in the after-show. Boots crunch down on a powdered sea, Winter's hymn calls out to me. [Prechorus] The air's so sharp, it cuts, it sings, A melody only the cold can bring. [Chorus] Oh, winter waltz, take my hand, Lead me through this sparkling land. The trees wear lace, the world aglow, In the magic of the winter snow. [Verse 2] The wind hums low like a gospel choir, Its breath is smoke, its heart on fire. The morning sun paints the world in gold, A fleeting warmth in the biting cold. I trace my steps, but they fade away, Gone like the promises of yesterday. [Prechorus] The world is quiet, the world is loud, In the hush of a frozen cloud. [Chorus] Oh, winter waltz, take my hand, Lead me through this sparkling land. The trees wear lace, the world aglow, In the magic of the winter snow.
