Who puts the sparkle in the snow
and paints it bright with iv'ry sheen?
Who took one seed and made it grow
into a tow'ring evergreen?

As flakes reflect the noonday light,
who puts the sparkle in the snow,
and as each day turns into night,
who flicks the switch that dims the glow?

When mighty stag and graceful doe
through great drifts trudge, no longer fleet,
who puts the sparkle in the snow
as they refuse to meet defeat?

As spring awaits its chance to break
the ice now blocking river's flow,
I ask as blossoms soon will wake,
who puts the sparkle in the snow?