Night- time rejoices upon its turn...
The dead of the night waits in anticipation to commune with you
Then, like the wind, the sound of your breath, your life giving breath is more tangible than can just be inhaled
Silent night, a trail of fresh wet vapor, hovers over all the pastures, healing and strength is their daily benefit;
These hold onto its refreshment, they'll not let go
Brilliant blossoming petals know how to receive,
Bowing in adoration they continue to bloom.
With her arms spread out, merry child runs through the fields, a free bird, she's fond of the full pleasure
Another chance to serve
The land is satisfied with the fruit of His work.
His praises cover the blue
Far from the last sunset, all are dressed up in happiness and humor, His own countenance
The dead brought anew
dew their blanket; leaves rejuvenated, roots refreshened, stems strengthened
Oh, our beutiful hope
In the wake of that observation, mine experience even better, through a series of drapes, my feet carry me places, into His inner courts, my vine has served wine
I carry His fragrance
My hands are covered in a bouquet of fresh roses and lillies, white, pink and red
Was love under the universe's great lights
The dead of the night waits in anticipation to commune with you
Then, like the wind, the sound of your breath, your life giving breath is more tangible than can just be inhaled
Silent night, a trail of fresh wet vapor, hovers over all the pastures, healing and strength is their daily benefit;
These hold onto its refreshment, they'll not let go
Brilliant blossoming petals know how to receive,
Bowing in adoration they continue to bloom.
With her arms spread out, merry child runs through the fields, a free bird, she's fond of the full pleasure
Another chance to serve
The land is satisfied with the fruit of His work.
His praises cover the blue
Far from the last sunset, all are dressed up in happiness and humor, His own countenance
The dead brought anew
dew their blanket; leaves rejuvenated, roots refreshened, stems strengthened
Oh, our beutiful hope
In the wake of that observation, mine experience even better, through a series of drapes, my feet carry me places, into His inner courts, my vine has served wine
I carry His fragrance
My hands are covered in a bouquet of fresh roses and lillies, white, pink and red
Was love under the universe's great lights