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 it's flame will be dying soon Voice in the distance Call in the night On wind you enfold us you speak of the night 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 Silent night Holy night All is calm All is bright Round yon virgin Mother and child Holy infant So tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace