There´s a house on the hill
in the dark winter chill
and a shimmering light
at the doorway.
See the snowflakes drop down
silently, far from town
see the nature covered in white.
In the woods on the hill
where a hare meets a deer,
peace seems so near.
Under fir and spruce -
branches tight, branches loose
a bird sings his lonely winter song.
In this place on the hill
far from (the) humans downwhill
god´s creation
resides without trouble.
On this place on earth
of nature´s birth
you will find
harmony in peace.
And the winterly chill
at the house on the hill
covers all countryside
in ease.