On a midnight survey of the town
No place special, just around
The snow fell down like feathers from the sky
And all the good people were in their beds
With the reading lamps on overhead
And the curtains drawn against the night
Quiet now
Softly now
Careful how you go

House to house to garden gate
People waiting on buses that left too late
Too late now, they're wishing they were home
It gets slippery here, so watch your step
We don't want to break the spell just yet
The ice is thin, but maybe it will hold
Quiet now
Softly now
Careful how you go

On a midnight survey of the town
No place special just around
The snow fell down like feathers from the sky