December Wind
The dark night is ended, daybreak has come,
the long wait is over, God’s grand plan is done,
trumpets are sounding from a faraway land,
stars are shining and a new day’s begun.
Angels are singing their soft harmony
there in the manger where the baby lay;
up from the sky a bright light’s streaming
down on the face of child Jesus sleeping.
December wind is blowing chilly and cold
spreading the good news all over the world;
from towns and cities to the wildest prairie:
the Lord of salvation is born today.
God has sent His Son to show us the way,
come with me, brethren, let’s praise Him today,
let our voices ring that the heavens may hear:
the dear infant Jesus is finally here!
Whenever the cold yuletide wind moves along,
it brings forth a melody and a sweet song;
unity and peace to all of mankind -
these are the things someday we will find.
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