White the world with glittered pearling,
soft the sound as snow is swirling --
Where the Winter's waved her wand,
strands of white the world has donned.

Crisp the air as wind is whirling,
sending flakes of luster twirling,
here and there and far beyond
where Winter's waved her magic wand.

Pure the pearls the world is wearing --
no expense is Winter sparing.
All the world in white is donned
where the Winter's waved her wand.