Oh, beautiful child; 
The soft swan swims at sunset and sunrise;
As we watch it, I can see the sparkle of magic in your
eyes.

Oh, beautiful child;
Catch a glimpse of a snowflake in your hand;
There will be many, many more; like a beach has a grain of
sand.

Oh, beautiful child;
When I come tapping on you windows;
I hope that you will let me in; especially when the wind
blows.

A log cabin would be very nice;
Within a forest green; 
So, you can hide; I'll be beside you when you think the
world is mean.