High up in the mountains,
looking out over the rim.
There's no Christmas Tree,
for which we need to trim.
All night long without a sound
the snow falls soft and white.
The hills and trees up here,
take on a new look over night.
If you've ever seen the mountains
with their peaks all aglow.
The trees all trimmed in ermine
with the newly fallen snow.
If you have, well then you know,
what this place has undergone.
For you have seen the beauty
of the new snow at first dawn.
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