In the market town where cold winds rule
Cheshire Street, once busy, now stands still
Market stalls are empty and bare
As we all caught, trapped in the winter chill
Yet amidst the quiet a beauty can be found
Ther can be magic in winter’s embrace
The wonder of snowflakes as they silently fall
And we all marvel at their elegance and grace
In warm pubs, fireplaces blaze
Fuelling friendship and laughter
And from every corner you will hear
Tales of fun and disaster
So, it this market town, in winter’s grip
There is still beauty in the frosty air
In the quiet that wraps round the streets
You know a whisper of magic is always there.