A rolling, sloping snowy hill                                 

invites you, calls you, don’t be still.                            
Come O’ little boy,
to where no war or hunger lie,
and pleasure always meets the eye.

Walk in the wide winter wonderland;
A  white horizon from where you stand.
Come O’ little boy
to where no war or hunger lie,
and pleasure always meets the eye.

Eat a sweet and tasteful cake,
catch a falling soft snowflake.
Come O’ little boy
to where no war or hunger lie,
and pleasure always meets the eye.

Gentle flurries falling down,
while you wear a snowflake crown.
Come O' little boy
to where no war or hunger lie
and pleasure always meets the eye.

Sleep in the cabin, cozy and warm;
a sanctuary, away from harm.
He comes O’ little boy
to where no war or hunger lie,
and pleasure always meets the eye!