From darkness comes the light; Out of our blindness, sight; Let shadows now take flight! Now at the holy hour the word of power is spoken; and the night is broken... The year shall cycle round, The cold earth be unbound, All that was lost be found! Now at the holy hour the word of power is spoken; the ice is broken... The blessed tidings bring, From winter cometh spring, This is the truth we sing. Now at the holy hour the word of power is spoken; and fear is broken...
The winter snow is white and fair- Lost, 'tis lost and I sit mourning- It melts and leaves earth moist and bare. Oh, it may come again, but never twice the same. The flower that blooms proclaims the spring- Lost, 'tis lost, and I sit mourning- For it must fall, the fruits to bring. Oh, it may come again, but never twice the same. The summer feilds with grains blaze gold- Lost, 'tis lost and I sit mourning- Cut down for bread ere winter's cold. Oh, it may come again, but never twice the same. The child who used to laugh and run- Lost, she's lost, and I sit mourning- Walks now a woman in the sun. Oh, she may come again, but never twice the same.
