On a midnight survey of the town
No place special, just around
The snow fell down like feathers from the sky
Oh and all the good people were in their beds
With the reading lamps on overhead
And the curtains drawn against the night
Chorus
Oh quiet now, softly now
Careful how you go
House to house to garden gate
People waiting on buses have left too late
Too late now, they're wishing they were home
It gets slippery here so watch your step
We don't wanna break the spell just yet
The ice is thin, but maybe it'll hold
Chorus x 2
Ooh etc
On a midnight survey of the town
No place special, just around
The snow fell down like feathers from the sky
Oh and all the good people were in their beds
With the reading lamps on overhead
And the curtains drawn against the night