I must search in the drowsy shade of the bakula grove, where pigeons coo in their corner, and fairies' anklets tinkle in the stillness of starry nights.
Dashing through the snow, In a one-horse open sleigh,O'er the fields we go,Laughing all the way.Bells on bobtail ring,Making spirits bright.What fun it is to ride and sing,A sleighing song tonight!
From i ide a wooden building come the sounds of laughter and the clink of gla es.Cla ing begi as people in Bavarian costumes dance to the music of an oompah band.