Winter's Here

It's snowing and it's blowing You can hardly see the streets It's coming down in streams Over meadows and pastures It overflows the streets And it's hard to move around You just have to be careful Not to slip on the ground The brightness and the whiteness Fairly quite impressing too I'll hope it stays for long And refuses to melt down The streets have now been ploughed It's easy to move around You just have to be careful Not to slip on the ground There is nothing left to see No there's nothing left to see Of the green from last summer There is nothing left to use No there's nothing left to use Of the garden fruits Garden fruits Garden fruits Garden fruits