Softly falls the winter snow,
whispers to the sleeping world below:
Wintertide awakes,
morning breaks and sets the earth aglow.

In gentle tones of warmest white,
Proclaim the glory of Auroroa's light.
Sparrow wings in a clear clean voice,
a sweet, silver carol for the season born.
Radiant wings as the skies rejoice,
Arise and illuminate the morn.

Softly falls the winter snow,
whispers to the sleeping world below:
Glow, like the softly falling snow.