Delicate snowflakes fall down, down, down
They whisper and wave as they hit the ground
Soon a collection gathers out my door
And I see snow piling high, evermore
I look t’ward the mountains and I cannot see
Those majestic peeks looming over me
The heavy clouds of winter are settled low
And my view of Ben Lomond is scarcely known
For today there is no winter sun
It has gone away and run
I’m left with colors gray and bleak
Oh, I wish it would come out for a sneak
I need the sun to comfort me
And help me on my path to see
