Away From Jack Frost
by Arlo-Cyrus | Score: 1050
The sidewalks are made of snow,
Frost banks white are piled high,
Drifts of cold obscure the sky.
Close the door behind you, dear,
Keep safe this room of warmth and cheer,
Jack Front is waiting in the snow caps,
So please don't let him through the gaps.
Come, dear, over by the fireside,
Away from his grasp we can hide,
Warm your weary bones here with me,
We'll stay safe where Jack Frost cannot see.