Winter songs

Thrushes stir in the trees, and hide from the moonlight high on the stoney ridge all is still the whole world is waiting, silent as the icy stars a holy winter, to cheer our darkened hearts
Jesus, our lord and king, born in a stable wrapped in rags, asleep on a bed of straw though he is from heaven, still it is enough for him he who made the mountains and will come again to reign
O blessed night, bright angels are singing for heavens light, is lying in a manger bed sweet mary, she kisses his head and sings a lullaby
Oh boundless mercy of god, beautiful mystery that braying donkeys and sheep and birds of the air and sheperds and sages, all have come this night to welcome him, redeemer of the world repeat chorus and fade out with chords...