Clouds of grey are in the sky Flocks of birds go winging by Trees now dressed in faded brown Send their leaves a-rustling down Little flowers in slumber deep Nod their drowsy heads to sleep All the world must say goodnight 'Till spring comes back; sun shine bright Breezes breathe a breath of snow To their homes the squirrels go Soon the heav'nly flakes will fly Drifting from a wintry sky All the brooks will go to rest Coats of ice on their breast All the world must say goodnight 'Till spring comes back; sun shine bright