All night there was snow falling on cedars The wind whistled through the branches, From the melting snow, water poured by liters And the woods came alive with the living, In moonlight ghostly shadows were on the move To a passerby silence was definitely deafening, As a chipmunk under the snow makes its grove All in the winter wonderland way up north, Trout are not measured by yards, but meters And in a brown bears den you hear snoring, As there is a snow falling on cedars