Winter time is coming
You can feel it in the air
The leaves are changing colors
And the fields are getting bare
Cold winds are blowing
More Northernly than from the South
Frost covers all the pastures
And steam erupts from your mouth
The tempertures are dropping
All the ponds begin to freeze
Winter cloths come out of storage
The chilling air will make you sneeze
All the woodlands brown and bare
All the harvest fields forsaken
Silent, soft, and slow
Descends the very beautiful
White and fluffy snow .