I think it's nice when the sun goes down
And everything is bathed in a golden glow
And the first bits of frost begin to grow
Sunset in winter is a charm to behold
The shadows deepen
And the snow shimmers
The air is sharp as a pin
The trees are bare and shivering
The feeling of cold, then replaced by numb
I think it's nice when people stop
To stare and admire
The streets that are coated with gold and white
Light and snow
And in that moment a song starts to play
To each individual, unique
And each person stopped slowly inhales
Frigid air, heavy with snow to come
The light is now starting to fade
I think it's nice when the sun goes down.
