Falling leaves turn to gold
Silver flowers on my window
Spirit of the fading year
gently slips away
He knows not where
He cannot say, oh no
Naked trees in the sky
Stars are shining clear and cold
The minstrel of the ages
sings of oh so long ago
An age old tune without a name
No one knows
In the white falling snow
The pilgrim travels on
His face towards the sun
Beyond the open road he travels on
Past the lamp shining windows
And faces by the fire
Before the midnight hour
For Christmas time
has come around again
Go to sleep, little child
You shouldn't be awake
Go to sleep little child
Time to let the night go by
Waiting for the sound of a magic sleigh
The chimneys not too tall they say
Or the roof too high for a reindeer to fly
No not too high for a reindeer to fly
The clock strikes twelve
on a street below
They hurry to a church to pray
"Forgive our sins and negligence
Accept our humble penitence
It's been a year ago today
Since we were here"
Choir gently sings an anthem
Not too loud or out of key
Congregation turn eye corners
When the plate goes round to see
Who gives the most on Christmas day
The most on Christmas day
Twilight days are slipping far away
Just sand into an hour glass
For winter time is slowly passed
And cannot last forever
North wind turn your back
upon the doors that you have blown
West wind melt the organ pipes of ice
That glitter on the eaves
of the houses in the town
And the sun wakes up the flowers
That slumber through the winter
And warms the sleepy faces
Waiting for the spring
Silver flowers on my window
Spirit of the fading year
gently slips away
He knows not where
He cannot say, oh no
Naked trees in the sky
Stars are shining clear and cold
The minstrel of the ages
sings of oh so long ago
An age old tune without a name
No one knows
In the white falling snow
The pilgrim travels on
His face towards the sun
Beyond the open road he travels on
Past the lamp shining windows
And faces by the fire
Before the midnight hour
For Christmas time
has come around again
Go to sleep, little child
You shouldn't be awake
Go to sleep little child
Time to let the night go by
Waiting for the sound of a magic sleigh
The chimneys not too tall they say
Or the roof too high for a reindeer to fly
No not too high for a reindeer to fly
The clock strikes twelve
on a street below
They hurry to a church to pray
"Forgive our sins and negligence
Accept our humble penitence
It's been a year ago today
Since we were here"
Choir gently sings an anthem
Not too loud or out of key
Congregation turn eye corners
When the plate goes round to see
Who gives the most on Christmas day
The most on Christmas day
Twilight days are slipping far away
Just sand into an hour glass
For winter time is slowly passed
And cannot last forever
North wind turn your back
upon the doors that you have blown
West wind melt the organ pipes of ice
That glitter on the eaves
of the houses in the town
And the sun wakes up the flowers
That slumber through the winter
And warms the sleepy faces
Waiting for the spring