Christmas Eve

Of plenty and too little some would say

As to why we've run away

And as to where we're going today

I've plenty and too little - to - say

-too little, too late-

 

    ~ and - the - lilies of the field

    are blooming now ~

 

I sought a sole escape

-soul escapade -

Out of the dark and dank

-old caverns fade-

Into the light and forests seeming

Greener in the daylight gleaming

-and I thought I must be dreaming-

White with winter snowfall weary

Not a single dewdrop dreary

 

    ~ and - the - lilies of the field

    Are singing now ~

 

I sang a song of Christmas Day

A song of morning sunshine rays

A song to keep my warmself dearly

And the silver star-bells clearly

Ringing to the sky on Christmas Day

-I've sung my soul away-

 

    ~ and - the -lilies of the field

    Are sleeping now ~