Classic Poem

Oh, sing out a song when the nights are long
And the evening hour is chill;
When the wind goes by with a muffled cry,
And the clouds in the sky are still.
When never a bird in the land is heard,
And every voice has a rift;
When the rivers freeze and the trembling trees
Stand up to their knees in the drift.

Chorus:

Then it's hi, ho, hi, when the woods all lie
A-huddling up 'neath a freezing sky —
And it's ho, hi, ho, when the North-winds blow,
And the whole world sleeps in the deeps of the snow.

So a carol gay when the dawn comes gray
And the morning air is swift;
When the fields of white are a cheerful sight,
And the clear cold night is a gift!
When the breath of the fir and the pine-trees stir
All our days with a poignant thrill;
And the Winter's soul is a brimming bowl
Which we pledge with a whole heart's will.

Chorus:

Then it's hi, ho, hi, when the woods all lie
A-huddling up 'neath a freezing sky —
And it's ho, hi, ho, when the North-winds blow,
And the whole world sleeps in the deeps of the snow.