Author: Naomi W. Randall
Composer: N/A

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Representative lyrics

English (Original Language)

Here is the roof of the house so low; Here are the fluttering flakes of snow. “O-ooo,” says the north wind starting to blow; The children shiver from head to toe. Here hang the icicles all in a row; Longer and longer and longer they grow. When the face of the sun begins to show, Drip, drip, drip, away they all go.