Old wives tales come
The morning of the first snow
When the fairies sing and dew drops fall
The forest becomes beautiful for all
(Chorus)
Old wives tales come
For the old and young
Old wives tales come
The b**ble bees and willow trees
And pixie dust are in the air
The half moon smiles and sleeps without a care
The morning of the first snow
When the fairies sing and dew drops fall
The forest becomes beautiful for all
(Chorus)
Old wives tales come
For the old and young
Old wives tales come
The b**ble bees and willow trees
And pixie dust are in the air
The half moon smiles and sleeps without a care