An icicle feast for my watery eyes;
lacing, swirling and floating
An ice castle for us to live in, come on,
we're holding hands under our palace of snow

Soft hushed breath it goes in and out, in and out
Frost tracing the window pane up and down, up and down

Pale blue frosted cakes for us to feed on,
bright eyes always shining always glowing
Icicles hanging from our fingertips

Soft hushed breath it goes in and out, in and out
Frost tracing the window pane up and down, up and down

Follow the crystal air to the snowflake village
where people made of gumdrops greet you;
Merry mornings Mr. Pine

Soft hushed breath it goes in and out, in and out
Frost tracing the window pane up and down, up and down