Snowing heavenly'n the forest
Mother Winter's everywhere,
milky flakes out of her white breast
Way down low.

'can hear the wind between the branches
I'm afraid I have to go,
giving up ridges for trenches
Way down low.

There, there, goes my story
leaving no regrets behind
needn't really have to worry
'cose my Ego's getting blind.

I thank Heaven for this Snow White
that has come and will not go.
-Never thought of blindness so bright...
said the Prince, now, not alone.