Frozen leaves of willow trees
Lie still as in the grave
The nip within the winter wind
Calls forth the magic staves
Season of the infant Christ
Ushers the soul of hate
Drive me to berate
Frost upon the windowpanes
Delivers hellish cold
Driving down the summer life
Return to the landscape old
Season of the infant Christ
Ushers the soul of hate
Drive me to berate
Bah, humbug!
Bah, humbug!