Full Lyrics
The moon shines bright on the meadows white,
The night is clear and still.
And the crystals glow on the crusted snow,
Then hey for the Coasting Hill.
We will sally out with a merry shout,
And tug with a right good will
At the long sledrope up the slippery slope
To the brow of the Coasting Hill.
Then a spring and a start, and away we dart,
With a laugh and a whoop, until
The echoes ring and the white owls sing
From the words of Coasting Hill.
Oh, isn’t it fine in the bright moonshine
To fly with a breathless thrill!
So fast and far, like a shooting star,
Down the glorious Coasting Hill?
They may sit by a fire who so desire,
They may ride in state who will,
But give us a slide down the sparkling side
Of the jolly Coasting Hill.
