Winter songs

Jack Frost rapped on the window pane

Jacky Frost

Jolly red nose

Knock no more!

Little Jackie Jack Frost

Little snowflake

Little snowflakes song

Merry little snowflakes

Mince pie or pudding

On a frosty morning

Once there was a snowman

One day we built a snowman

Over the river and through the woods

Also see:

A – I

P- Z

The North wind doth blow

A chubby little snowman

The mitten song

Five little men made out of snow

And the YouTube playlist: Winter songs and poems

 

Last updated: 1/8/2019 4:02 PM

The songs below are part ofAway we gocompiled, adapted and illustrated by Dany Rosevear

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Jack Frost rapped on the window pane O

 

 


A traditional rhyme, music by Paul Forde.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Jack Frost rapped on the window pane

And knocked on the door with his icicle cane.

“Excuse me,” I said. “The door is shut tight,

I’d rather you didn’t come in tonight.”

So he wrote his name all over the glass

And the baby sneezed, “Atchoo!” as she heard him pass.


 

 

Jacky Frost 🔊

 

 


Watch out for those noses in the wintry weather.

Words by Laura E. Richards, music with words slightly adapted by Eleanor Smith and published 1904 in "The Common School Book of Vocal Music”. Music arranged by Dany Rosevear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,

Came in the night;

Left the meadows that he crossed

All gleaming white.

Painted with his silver brush

Evry window pane;

Kissed the leaves and made them blush,

Blush and blush again.

 

Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,

Crept around the house,

Sly as a silver fox,

Still as a mouse.

Out our little Jenny came,

Blushing like a rose;

Up jumped Jacky Frost,

And pinched her little nose.


 

 

Jolly red nose O

 

Can’t find this tune anywhere – would love to know where I originally heard it!

A correspondent recently sent me the following information:

The first appearance of this song that I've seen is from Thomas Ravenscroft's "Deuteromelia," from the year 1609. The singer insists that his "jolly red nose" is caused by the spices in his liquor, not the liquor itself. It's number 496 in the Roud Folk Song Index, and was popular well into the 19th Century.

It can also be found in the Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes and is part of a song called ‘Off all the birds’

 

It could well work as a round.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Nose, nose, jolly red nose;

And what gave thee that jolly red nose?

Nutmeg and ginger, cinnamon and cloves,

That’s what gave me my jolly red nose!


 

 

Knock no more! 🔊

 

 


A winter round which would work well with percussion.

Words and music by Elizabeth Gilpatrick from her book of rounds ‘Come Join In!’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


When Old Man Winter comes knocking at your door,

He’ll nip your fingers and freeze you to the core.

Knock! Knock!

Can’t come in!

Knock no more!


 

 

Little Jackie Jack Frost O

 

 


Watch out, watch out – Jack Frost is about.

 

Make suitable actions with your hands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Little Jackie, Jack Frost bites my nose,

Little Jackie, Jack Frost stings my toes,

Little Jackie, Jack Frost climbs the trees,

Little Jackie, Jack Frost paints the leaves.

 

Little Jackie, Jack Frost thinks it’s fun,

Knocking all the leaves down one by one,

When the winter wind begins to blow,

Little Jackie, Jack Frost runs away. - Ho! Ho!


 

 

Little snowflake 🔊

 

 


You will recognise the tune in the song below but the words are quite different. They are both loosely translated from the German song ‘Schneeflöckchen, Weißröckchen’.

It is a suitable song for gentle floating movements, high, low and all around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Little snowflake, light snowflake,

In your white skirt float down;

From the clouds you come drifting

To us here on the ground.

 

Come and stay on my window

Like a lovely bright star;

Draw some flowers and ferns, too

Bring us joy from afar.

 

Little snowflake, come cover

All the flowers with snow

So they’ll sleep warm and safely

Till the spring breezes blow.


 

 

Little snowflakes song O

 

 


This lovely German song ‘Schneeflöckchen, Weißröckchen’ is very loosely translated here. The first two verses I found in the book ‘Festivals family and food’, the last two are by Dany Rosevear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Oh, where do you come from,

You little flakes of snow?

Falling softly, softly falling,

On the earth below.

 

On the trees and the hedgerows,

On the mountains afar,

Tell me snowflakes,

Do you come from

Angel wings or the stars?

 

Little snowflakes fall softly,

Fall fast and fall deep,

So we wake up to a white world,

From our warm pillowed sleep.

 

Little snowflakes fall round us,

We’ll dance and we’ll play,

And build a friendly snowman,

And throw snowballs all day.


 

 

Merry little snowflakes 🔊

 

 


A winter hand play from Maud Burnham’s ‘Rhymes for little hands’.

Music by Dany Rosevear.

 

1. Fingers raised high move downwards. 2. Make steeple with two forefingers and then raise arms for branches. 3. Two hands form roof and then clasp hands. 4. Move one hand down sloped forearm. 5. As before. 6. Spread hands then place palms to cheek. 7. Circle arms to make sun. 8. Hide hands behind back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Merry little snowflakes, falling through the air,

Resting on the steeple and tall trees everywhere;

Clothing roofs and fences, capping every post,

Covering the hillside, just where we like to coast.

Merry little snowflakes, try their very best,

To make a soft, white blanket, so buds and flowers may rest.

But when the bright spring sun shines

and says it’s come to stay,

Then those little snowflakes quickly run away!


 

 

 

Mince pie or pudding  🔊

 

 


A Shaker welcome song. I came across it in ‘Music now and long ago’ published 1956 by Silver Burdett.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Chorus

Welcome here, welcome here,

All be alive and be of good cheer.

Welcome here, welcome here,

All be alive and be of good cheer.

 

I've got a pie all baked complete,

Pudding too, that's very sweet.

Chestnuts are roasting, join us here

While we dance and make good cheer.

Chorus

 

I've got a log that's burning hot,

Toddy's bubbling in the pot.

Come in, ye people, where it's warm,

The wind blows sharp and it may storm.

Chorus

 

I made a loaf that's cooling there,

With my neighbours, I will share.

Come, all ye people, hear me sing

A song of friendly welcoming.

Chorus


 

 

On a frosty morning 🔊

 

 


Squirrel is out gathering food for winter.

A French folk song with words by John Erwin from ‘140 Folk Tunes’ published 1921.

 

Move around the room with paws in front scampering and jumping like a squirrel and picking up nuts to take back to a hidden store.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Patter go the nuts on a frosty morning,

Falling from the trees to the ground below;

Here's Mister Squirrel going Hop! Hop! Hop!

Picking them up as fast they drop;

Packing them away for his food in winter,

When the woods and fields will be white with snow.

 

Mister Squirrel lives in a hollow maple;

Window there is none, and but one small door.

Time after time fast home he hops,

Into his door the nuts he drops;

Who do you suppose is inside to meet him?

Mother Squirrel grey and her children four.


 

 

Once there was a snowman 🔊

 

 


A simple Winter movement play to encourage understanding the concept of size.

Words and music by Moiselle Renstrom, 1889–1956. This song easily adapts to other circumstances.

 

1. Begin on the floor and move up slowly then move slowly back down to the floor. 2. Start as before but  finish tall and proud. 3. As before but spread arm and hand branches.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Once there was a snowman, snowman, snowman,

Once there was a snowman, tall, tall, tall.

In the sun he melted, melted, melted.

In the sun he melted, small, small, small.

 

Once I was a baby, baby, baby,

Once I was a baby, small, small, small.

Now I'm getting bigger, bigger, bigger,

Now I'm getting bigger, so tall, tall, tall.

 

Once there was an acorn, acorn, acorn,

Once there was an acorn, small, small, small,

Now it’s growing higher, higher, higher,

Now it’s growing higher, tall, tall, tall.


 

 

One day we built a snowman 🔊

 

 


This delightful poem was published by an American, W.W. Ellsworth, in 1915 and adapted over the years; you can still find the original at:   https://archive.org/stream/stnicholasserial251dodg/stnicholasserial251dodg#page/347/mode/1up

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


One day we built a snowman,

We built him out of snow;

You should have seen how fine he was,

All white from top to toe!

 

We poured some water over him,

To freeze his legs and ears;

And then we went indoors to bed,

We thought he’d last for years.

 

But in the night a warmer kind

Of wind began to blow;

And Jack Frost cried and ran away,

And with him went the snow.

 

When we went out next morning

To bid our friend "Good Day",

There wasn't any snowman there...

He'd melted right away!


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