Verse 1The Winter Has ComeWith Its Cold Chilly BlastAnd The Leaves Are Fast FallingFrom TreesVerse 2All Nature Seems TouchedWith The Chillness Of DeathFor All Things Are BeginningTo FreezeBridgeWhen Poor Robin Red-BreastClings Close To Her CotAnd The Icicles Hang Round Her DoorVerse 3And You Sit By Your FireReviving And HotThat’s The Time To RememberThe Poor