cold are the people
winter of life
we tremble in shadows this cold endless night
frozen in the snow lie roses sleeping
flowers that will echo the sunrise
fire of hope is our only warmth
weary it's flame will be dying soon
voice in the distance
call in the night
on wind you enfold us you speak of the night
gentle on the ear you whisper softly
rumors of a dawn so embracing
breathless love awaits darkened souls
soon will we know of the morning
silent night
holy night
all is calm
all is bright
round yon virgin
mother and child
holy infant
so tender and mild
sleep in heavenly peace