Jack Frost

The door was shut, as doors should be Before you went to bed last night Yet Jack Frost has got in you see And left your window silver white Chorus He must have waited till you slept And not a single word he spoke But penciled o'er the panes and crept Away again before you woke And now you cannot see the hills Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane But there are fairer things than these His fingers traced on every pane Chorus The door was shut, as doors should be Before you went to bed last night Yet Jack Frost has got in you see And left your window silver white