when it's pouring all around,
To bake in the sun, when
it shines from east to west
And, when it catch one's death
the chilling flakes of cold
It's the cyclic mellow .

When the flakes touch peaks so high
and the trees make lovely sigh
It's the time of winter yule
The beams make glistening white,
Here and there, far and wide
all it shines is falling flakes.

And it comes the...