Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 3)


Mystery star shine on the empty street,
Sleepy children marvel as it gleams;
Far away the muffled sound of feet,
Bed time stories fading into dreams.

Suddenly the sky bursts into light,
Telling tales of unimagined bliss,
Music never heard until this night,
Never dream more beautiful than this.

Waking slowly in the chilly dawn,
All such dreams must surely fade away;
Tidings of a baby newly born
Promise that the blissful dream will stay.