I woke up this morning feeling very cold
And looked out of the window it was frosty cold
It was white as far as the eyes could see
Beautifully stark crispiness, a glorious white sea.
Jack Frost had danced across the countryside
His sharp and crispy iced fingers spread wide
The ground a carpet of tipped icicles
The trees standing proud with hints of black and white.
As swirls of ice laying daintily on the windows
Shapes forged from wind and frost
The sun weakly shining giving diamond glints
To the land of frosty magical mysteries