New Year’s Eve.
And she looketh on the cold wall,
And on the colder sky,
And wonders if the little stars
Are bright fires up on high.
And on the colder sky,
And wonders if the little stars
Are bright fires up on high.
She heard a clock strike slowly,
Up in a far church tower,
With such a sad and solemn tone,
Telling the midnight hour.
Up in a far church tower,
With such a sad and solemn tone,
Telling the midnight hour.
Then all the bells together,
Their merry music poured;
They were ringing in the feast,
The circumcision of the Lord.
Their merry music poured;
They were ringing in the feast,
The circumcision of the Lord.
And she thought as she sat lonely,
And listened to the chime,
Of wondrous things that she had loved
To hear in the olden time.
And listened to the chime,
Of wondrous things that she had loved
To hear in the olden time.
And she remembered her of tales,
Her mother used to tell,
And the cradle songs she sang,
When summer’s twilight fell.
Her mother used to tell,
And the cradle songs she sang,
When summer’s twilight fell.
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