I fell in love with her in the snow
It wasn't very long ago
I dreamt of her and mistletoe
I must take this very slow
I'd kiss her under mistletoe if she'd let me
It's true that she might never agree
I know it would take more than a plea
There is no finer couple than we
I'd give her a present of elfen-made wine
Of grapes picked from the sweetest vine
Her gift sitting beneath the tree of pine
Her smile would send shivers down my spine
I'd hold her in my arms all night
Hair so red and skin so white
She the Princess, me the knight
And everything would be alright