'Tis snowing flowers

White veil'd all the far roads are showing,

Pale sun-gold rays brood o'er the hours;

From ev'ry branch white flakes are blowing,

Quiv'ring blooms and petals of flow'rs.

All is so peaceful, a harmony

so pure on the breezes aflow,

Dream cradled, I know not if I see

Spring's white blossom rain, or winter's snow.

White veil'd all the far roads are showing,

Pale sun-gold rays brood o'er the hours;

From ev'ry branch white flakes are blowing,

In my soul 'tis snowing flow'rs!