WHISPERS OF WHITE
White as a field of geese in the snow
Soft as the willows that blow
Frail as the wheat when the north wind blows
White as the geese in the snow
Come speak to me
Clearly tonight
Beneath the tree
Whispers of white
Spruce tree
Tell me Why are you blue
Is there anything
That I can do
Falling snow
Lands on my nose
The scarecrow
Needs some new clothes