From the recording The Ghosts of Christmas Past

Lyrics

Dark is the even Yet is the heaven Lighted and glowing around us. Shepherds arising In wild surmising Magic indeed hath found us! Fair roses growing Mid winter’s snowing Who hath the vision beholden? Yet, o’er the meadows Through midnight’s shadows See! How the sunlight is golden! Over His dreaming Radiance is streaming Flooding the desolate manger In Mary’s keeping Soft He is sleeping Held in her arms from danger From God descended Ragged, untended Birds in the branches above them Warmer are biding Safe in their hiding Clothed by the hands that love them Melodies ringing Angels are singing Songs all around us are swelling Sun of the morning Tender thy dawning Darkness and ill dispelling