Here's my transcription from the 1997 Voices of Winter album by Priscilla Herdman, Anne Hills, and Cindy Mangsen.

CHICKADEE
(Words by Stan Scott and music by Ray Andrews and Ray Frank)

Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee-dee,
That's the song you sing to me;
Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee-dee,
On a Winter's morning.

We've got tea and clover honey,
Fresh-baked bread to warm our day;
Scent of wood and a hissing (?) fire,
To keep the cold winds at bay.

Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee-dee,
Singing in the sleeping trees
Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee-dee,
Soon they will be waking.

When the snow melts away,
Winter finds you on your way,
Who will come then to make
Sing each day merrily?

Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee-dee,
That's the song you sing to me;
Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee-dee,
On a Winter's morning.

Not sure I have all the words right.