In a cottage nestled 'neath the golden sun,
Lived Mother Holle, her work never done.
With a cauldron bubbling, and a fire aglow,
She weaved magic with each flake of snow.
Oh, Mother Holle, with your gentle grace,
In your world, dreams find their place.
With every snowflake, a story told,
In your hands, the world unfolds.
She shook her pillows, and out came snow,
A blanket of white, to make the world glow.
With a wink and a smile, she sang a tune,
And danced with the stars, 'neath the shining moon.
Oh, Mother Holle, with your gentle grace,
In your world, dreams find their place.
With every snowflake, a story told,
In your hands, the world unfolds.
But deep within her cottage, a lesson lies,
For those who seek, with open eyes.
In kindness and diligence, she finds delight,
And showers her blessings, day and night.
Lived Mother Holle, her work never done.
With a cauldron bubbling, and a fire aglow,
She weaved magic with each flake of snow.
Oh, Mother Holle, with your gentle grace,
In your world, dreams find their place.
With every snowflake, a story told,
In your hands, the world unfolds.
She shook her pillows, and out came snow,
A blanket of white, to make the world glow.
With a wink and a smile, she sang a tune,
And danced with the stars, 'neath the shining moon.
Oh, Mother Holle, with your gentle grace,
In your world, dreams find their place.
With every snowflake, a story told,
In your hands, the world unfolds.
But deep within her cottage, a lesson lies,
For those who seek, with open eyes.
In kindness and diligence, she finds delight,
And showers her blessings, day and night.