We stood on the hills, Lady, our day’s work done,
Watching the frosted meadows that winter had won.
The evening was calm, Lady, the air so still,
Silence more lovely than musicenfolded the hill.
There was a star, Lady, shone in the night,
Larger than Venus it was and bright, so bright.
Oh, a voice from the sky, Lady, it seemed to us then
Of God being born in the world of men.
Of God being born in the world of men.
And so we have come, Lady, our day’s work done,
Our loves, our hopes, ourselves we give to your son.
