Winter Song - Fernando Ortega

Thrushes stir in the trees and hide from the moonlight

High on the stony ridge all is still

The whole world is waiting, silent as the icy stars

A holy winter to cheer our darkened hearts

Jesus, our Lord and King, born in a stable

Wrapped in rags, asleep on a bed of straw

Though He is from heaven, still it is enough for Him

He who made the mountains and will come again to reign

Oh blessed night!

Bright angels are singing

For Heaven’s Light is lying in a manger bed

Sweet Mary, she kisses His head and sings a lullaby

O boundless mercy of God, beautiful mystery!

The braying donkeys sheep and birds of the air

And shepherds and sages all have come this night

To welcome Him, redeemer of the world

Oh blessed night!

Bright angels are singing

For Heaven’s Light is lying in a manger bed

Sweet Mary, she kisses His head and sings a lullaby