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 Its flame will be dying soon.
Voice in the distance, call in the night On wind you enfold us you speak of the light 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.
Spirit among us, shine like the star Your light that guides shepherds and kings from afar Shimmer in the sky so empty, lonely Rising in the warmth of your son's love Star unknowing of night and day Spirit we wait for your loving son.
