B. Green / A. Stillman / Claude Thornhill. . Joys that come to others. Seldom come to me. But if I only were Aladin. How different things would be. Every time I wish.
Snowfall, snowfall. Glistening snowfall. Snowflakes falling. Winter calling. Frozen lays, everyplace. Down they come. Twirling, tumbling lightly. Brightly, lovely snowfall.
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,. Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond. Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,. On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond..
Snowfall. Softly. Gently drift down. . Snowflakes. Whisper. 'Neath my window. . Covering trees. Misty lights. Velvet breeze. 'Round my doorstep. . Gently.