The days are cold, the nights grow dark.
The garden has now turned grey.
The icy chill is freezing lake as well as bark.
The first snow has fallen earlier today.
The days are grey, the nights are long.
The garden has now turned white.
But from afar I hear a song
And see a wonderous light.
Up in the winter's dark night-skies
I see a bright new shining star
And in the air a great song lies.
The light seems not so far.
The night - it is the Christmas night -
It has come round now at last.
It turns all the darkness bright.
It gives the world a joyous sight.
It strikes for me a newborn light,
Embraces me with all its might
Before the night is passed.
The days are cold, the night is gone.
A bright and new sun rise.
The darkness of the past is done,
Joy in the morning lies.