Snow lyrics

White are the far-off plains,

and white the fading forests grow.

The wind dies out along the height

and denser still the snow,

a gathering weight on roof and tree

falls down scarce audibly.

Meadows and far-sheeted streams

lie still without a sound;

like some soft minister of dreams

the snow-fall hoods me round;

in wood and water, earth and air,

a silence is everywhere.

Safe when at lonely spells

some farmer's sleigh, urged on,

with rustling runners and sharp bells,

swings by me and is gone;

or from the empty waste I hear

a sound remote and clear.

The barking of a dog

to cattle, sharply pealed,

borne echoing from some wayside stall

or barnyard far afield.

Then all is silent and the snow

falls settling soft and slow.

The evening deepens and the grey

folds closer earth and sky.

The world seems shrouded so far away.

Its noises sleep and I

secret as yon buried stream

plod dumbly on and dream.

And dream... and dream.

I dream... I dream.