Monday, August 30, 2010

White Snow

Angels the angels in the skies
One’s dressed up like an officer
One’s dressed up like a chef
And the others are singing

Comely officer color of the skies
Long long after Christmas gentle spring
Will decorate you with a shining sun
With a shining sun

The chef plucks the geese
Ah! let the snow fall
And fall if only I held
My beloved in my arms

translation © Jack Hayes 2010

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