COLD THE WINDS OF MARCH ARE BLOWING

Cold the winds of March are blowing,
And it never ceases snowing,
Snowing, blowing, all day long,
Yet I sing a merry song.

Soon will come the soft spring showers,
After that the summer flowers,
And I'm happy all day lang,
Singing still a merry song.
             Pathways to Reading II
             New Brunswick Series(1940)