Though frost come down,
Night after night
What does it matter?
They melt in the morning sun.
Though the snow falls
Each passing year,
What does it matter?
With spring days it thaws.
Yet once let them settle
On a man’s head,
Fall and pile up-
Then the New Year
May come and go,
But never you’ll see them fade away.
Night after night
What does it matter?
They melt in the morning sun.
Though the snow falls
Each passing year,
What does it matter?
With spring days it thaws.
Yet once let them settle
On a man’s head,
Fall and pile up-
Then the New Year
May come and go,
But never you’ll see them fade away.
