I'm waiting for all the lights

make himself round in a cradle
He's longing for your coming back
And you warm your hands by a chimney pipe

Oh let it snow let it snow

Like a baby bird in the nest

Oh let it snow let it snow the old record player sings
Oh let it snow let it snow
I'm waiting for all the lights
and the time you're coming back
We're longing for your footstep noise