Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 2)

Dance to the Manger

In the dead dark hours of a dreary night
A star broke into cheerful light;
Then angels sang to us below:
Dance to the manger through the snow!

In the nagging fear of a soldier's crest
A baby cries to meet the breast;
The Shepherds pipe, the cattle low?
Dance for the Lord in starlight glow!

In the smothering dark of a dying cry
A man is jeered by the passers-by;
They cannot see their God and king:
Dance in the garden in the Spring.