De Snee ut’n Heben
kummt eben, alleben
in Grimmelgewimmel
hendal ut’n Himmel,
hendal ut de Wulken
as Duben, as Swulken,
as Feddern, as Duun
op de Hüüs, op’n Tuun,
as Duun un as Feddern:

Snow from the skies!
How it falls! How it flies
in a dense blurry flurry
from the sky in a hurry!
From the clouds fluffy gifts
like doves, like swifts,
like feathers, like down
onto house, fence and town,
as feathers so light.

Fru Meddern! Fru Meddern!
Herinner! Kruup ünner
un roop alle Kinner!
De Höhner, de Küken!
Schüllt kamen, schüllt kieken!
Schüllt kieken un sehn,
de groten, de kleen’n,
alleben, alleben
den Snee ut’n Heben.

Auntie Neighbor, hold tight!
Run inside, but don’t slide!
Send the children outside!
The chicks big and small!
Must come see it all!
All kids short and tall,
They must come. Call them all!
Everywhere now it flies,
all that snow from the skies.