When eventide draws in and
the day is done,
And an amber sky bids goodbye
to the glory of the passing Sun.

When last light has drawn in
the curtains of the day,
And the Moon smiles and the stars
tumble out along the Milky Way.

When the Earth is still beneath
the blanket of the night,
And children tucked up, sound in
their beds sleep tight.

When in the quiet of Christmas Eve,
The sounds of a choir flitter among
the rooftop eaves.

And thoughts turn to that
Holy day,
When the saviour of the World
was born,
And in a manger lay.