Winter comes with icy fingers touching toes of carol singers
As they sing of Christmas time, out among the frosty rime.
Angel voices, midnight choirs, echo from the snowy spires
as stars glint brightly in the east, shining on St Stephen's feast.
Warm beside a roaring fire, thoughts turn to a lowly byre
Where a child lay in a manger, born to save the world from danger.
As they sing of Christmas time, out among the frosty rime.
Angel voices, midnight choirs, echo from the snowy spires
as stars glint brightly in the east, shining on St Stephen's feast.
Warm beside a roaring fire, thoughts turn to a lowly byre
Where a child lay in a manger, born to save the world from danger.
