Leave me now, snow on the ground
Come back now, you calling birds
And sing me your songs
I want to wake up in the morning
And hear you tweet
As I lay in my blankets
Tucked in my covers
Warming my feet

At night I have fire
It warms up my bones
But the morning brings cold
And I can't move at all

My true love would also want to be warm
I will send you birds to her
And I'll send thirty more
I want her to wake up in the morning
And hear you tweet
As she lays in her blankets
Tucked in her covers
Warming her feet