• The snow comes down in whispers white
    And covers everything in sight
    Making all that Heaven might
    Know that this is Christmas Night.
    Swirls and swirls of flying flakes
    Dance, then glance the heavens, and makes
    Me thank the Lord for no mistakes
    In delivering his Son for all our sakes.
    The snow comes down in whispers white
    And covers everything in sight
    Making all that Heaven might
    Know that this is Christmas Night.