As pure white snow falls on the ground
As carols are being sung work round As bells ring their vibrant sound As the joy of christmas is abound Snow falls on dead trees and cold people Carols are sung as people stand on the street crying for help Bells ring for Christmas, but also for funerals As people enjoy christmas there are those whose only joy is surviving one more day So as the bells toll, another another day accented by snow, on another day filled with cheer, keep in mind those adrift in those bitter winds you are admiring |