The sun is bright and skies are clear;
Sing LOUD for wind, and STRONG for cheer!
Though winter’s chill be on your brow,
And naked eye be worried now,
The golden shine has come at last,
So hold the line and break your fast!

A frigid sea brings forth bad tides,
And frozen trees and fields betide
Ill news for those that roam abroad,
But wood is crackling with applause
For all those now who huddle near,
So sing out LOUD for all to hear!

The winter sun is bitter bright,
Yet only fear is not our plight.
A chilly wind; a frigid sea;
A frozen prairie; a snowy tree;
The winter comes—the season’s near:
So sing out LOUD! The time is here!