Once majestic trees of a long forgotten time
cry their songs of despair into the empty stillness
But none hear their lamentation
Silent stars watch over the earth as dry leaves blow
in the frigid air of the vast uncertainty
But none feel the cold night wind
Pure white snow glimmers in the moonlight
casting little flecks of light into the surrounding stillness
But none are near the lonely darkness
But none hear their lamentation
But none feel the cold night wind
But none are near the lonely darkness
And yet, through the congregation of ancient cantors of the gloom
an ethereal setting of gold peers over the quiet hilltops
Slowly it rises and rises, and full in a moment,
in a rush of triumphant exclamation,
It shines!
Casting brilliant rays of glorious wonder onto the forgotten landscape
It shines!
And the whole world sings the wondrous symphony of new life
It shines!
And none hear the lamentation
And none feel the cold night wind
And none are near the lonely darkness
It shines!