Lo for the tiding of the long night moon Let the sunrise call about the morning soon Short is the biding of the fading light Sing for the coming of the longest night North wind tell us what we need to know When the stars are shining on the midnight snow All of the branches will be turned to white Sing for the coming of the longest night A winter day, the summer grass turned hay Frost in the field 'til the dawn of May A summer's light never shone as clear or as bright So dance in the shadows of a winter's night Lo for the tiding of the long night moon May the harvest last until the springtime bloom Home is our comfort at the winter's height Sing for the coming of the longest night All of the colours of the sunrise sky Shine a light upon us, as the day goes by Sun-setting shadows fading out of sight Sing for the coming of the longest night A winter day, the summer grass turned hay Frost in the field 'til the dawn of May A summer's light never shone as clear or as bright So dance in the shadows of a winter's night
I have great respect for the work you do. Greetings from Turkey!🇹🇷
Beautiful arrangement and performances. Now I’ll have to go looking for the text.
Lo for the tiding of the long night moon
Let the sunrise call about the morning soon
Short is the biding of the fading light
Sing for the coming of the longest night
North wind tell us what we need to know
When the stars are shining on the midnight snow
All of the branches will be turned to white
Sing for the coming of the longest night
A winter day, the summer grass turned hay
Frost in the field 'til the dawn of May
A summer's light never shone as clear or as bright
So dance in the shadows of a winter's night
Lo for the tiding of the long night moon
May the harvest last until the springtime bloom
Home is our comfort at the winter's height
Sing for the coming of the longest night
All of the colours of the sunrise sky
Shine a light upon us, as the day goes by
Sun-setting shadows fading out of sight
Sing for the coming of the longest night
A winter day, the summer grass turned hay
Frost in the field 'til the dawn of May
A summer's light never shone as clear or as bright
So dance in the shadows of a winter's night