No presents, no candy, no treat
No stockings hung by the
How do you capture
The wind on the water?
How
Children, go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm
The week before Thanksgiving Day
This town puts up its old
Well I walked to town in the pouring rain
Paid my
When chimney smoke hangs still and low
across the stubbled fields
There's not a soul out on the street,
no footprints in
Once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed
Where
Still, still, still
One can hear the falling snow
For all is
Grateful for each hand we hold
Gathered round this table.
From far
Longest Night of the Year
They say that spring will come