Beautiful little snowflakes, if you could talk to me,
You could tell a great big story of things that you did see,

As you floated round the earth, away up in the sky,
You have seen a lot of scenery as you were passing by.

The winds I'm sure have brought you many times this way,
Then turned around and blown you back again the next day.

But now you are a snowflake, shining nice and white,
You came to earth so gently, falling through the night.

And though you cannot talk to me, I know that it is true
You have seen a lot more country than I can ever do.