See the pretty snowflakes,
Falling from the sky;
On the walk and housetop
Soft and thick they lie.

On the window-ledges
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.

Look into the garden,
Where the earth was brown;
Covered by the snowflakes
Not a blade is seen.

Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden -
What a pretty sight!