I stare out my window
On this snowy eve
It seems a sort of heaven
In which we shant believe
I look across the fields
Covered with sparkling snow
A picture painted for our eyes
Becoming more beautiful as we grow
The cold tried to open our eyes
To what we choose not to see
A beautiful picture of happiness
A picture just for thee
We have the chance to look at it
Or let it pass us by
Just take a second
To look at the snowy sky
Can you see the picture?
The picture I said you could see?
Beautiful, isn't it?
It was painted just for thee
