In a land of snow, where the winter's cold,
Lived a kind old woman, with a heart of gold.
Her name was Mother Holle, with hair so white,
She weaved the snowflakes, in the pale moonlight.

Oh, Mother Holle, with a heart so pure,
In her cottage cozy, where dreams endure.
With laughter and joy, she'd weave her way,
In the snowy world, where children play.

She shook her feather bed, with a gentle hand,
And down came the snow, across the land.
Her well was deep, with waters clear,
Reflecting the stars, shining bright and near.

Oh, Mother Holle, with a heart so pure,
In her cottage cozy, where dreams endure.
With laughter and joy, she'd weave her way,
In the snowy world, where children play.