Good morning God, how are the aspen trees,
Last night I heard them weeping in the snow,
That's a splendid storm you're wearing on your head,
Hello God, hello!
How are the pine and spruce trees making out?
I heard them crack beneath the Weight of snow,
You're dyked out in a gorgeous storm today,
Hello God, hello!
How will the gray birds weather such a gale?
I saw them blown like feathers in the snow,
Where did you get that blizzard you have on?
Hello God, hello!
