Verse 1
The Winter Has Come
With Its Cold Chilly Blast
And The Leaves Are Fast Falling
From Trees
Verse 2
All Nature Seems Touched
With The Chillness Of Death
For All Things Are Beginning
To Freeze
Bridge
When Poor Robin Red-Breast
Clings Close To Her Cot
And The Icicles Hang Round Her Door
Verse 3
And You Sit By Your Fire
Reviving And Hot
That’s The Time To Remember
The Poor
