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Scarves and mittens dry in rows
Frosted window where the wind blows
These notes will carry through the years
They turn our winters into cheers
Snow is falling, boots are wet
Through the door we find warm air
Coats off and voices clear
We line the benches close and near
Parents hum, the children sway
Every note we sing today
Holding hands in a happy line
This winter's ours, and that is fine
Scarves and mittens dry in rows
Frosted window where the wind blows
We sing as one, a happy choir
That lifts our song to something higher
Scarves and mittens dry in rows
Frosted window where the wind blows
These notes will carry through the years
They turn our winters into cheers
Parents hum, the children sway
Every note we sing today
Holding hands in a happy line
This winter's ours, and that is fine
Scarves and mittens dry in rows
Frosted window where the wind blows
We sing as one, a happy choir
That lifts our song to something higher
Scarves and mittens dry in rows
Frosted window where the wind blows
These notes will carry through the years
They turn our winters into cheers
