Moonlight on the frozen lake, shimmering so still,
Whispers of a winter's night, oh, what a gentle thrill,
Stars are winking in the sky, painting dreams anew,
Echoes of the silent breeze, softly calling you.
Footsteps on the icy path, leading through the pine,
Every step, a melody, in this tranquil line,
Breath of frost upon my lips, stories softly told,
Moonlight wraps its silver arms, weaving tales of old.
Hmmm hmmm, hmmm hmmm, hmmm hmmm, hmmm
Moonbeams dancing, silver lights, across the crystal sea,
Hmmm hmmm, hmmm hmmm, hmmm hmmm, hmmm
In the glow of moonlit mist, love and mystery.
Silent night, a symphony, played by nature's hand,
Fingers of the Northern lights, brush across the land,
Frozen whispers murmur songs, in a minor key,
Lullabies of ice and snow, floating endlessly.
Cloaked in winter's velvet cloak, dreams begin to soar,
Every flake, a tender note, part of winter's lore,
Reflections in the icy depth, glisten in the night,
Moonlight on the frozen lake, such a precious sight.
Hmmm hmmm, hmmm hmmm, hmmm hmmm, hmmm
Waltzing with the snowflakes, in their cold embrace,
Hmmm hmmm, hmmm hmmm, hmmm hmmm, hmmm
Gently, slowly, time it takes, to bathe in night's grace.