The waves lap,
on this silent night.
With a sound like a tap,
in this pitch-black light.

No birds sing,
on this silent night.
They have all taken wing,
in this pitch-black light.

Snow dances down,
on this silent night.
To freeze a little town,
in this pitch-black light.

Tears roll down cheeks,
on this silent night.
As if it's been oh-so-many weeks,
in this pitch-black light.

A lamp is alight,
on this silent night.
To help hold a baby tight,
in this pitch-black light.

Waves lap,
on this silent night.
No birds sing,
in this pitch-black light.

Snow dances down,
on this silent night.
Tears run down cheeks,
in this pitch-black light.

A lamp is alight.