Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is thenightofthe dear Savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. 'Till He appeared and the soul felt it's worth A thrill of
flight of dowdy dreams. Preened our soft-paper wings Flutter all through thenight. And we can pull the clouds around this paper hanger sky-light. Summer smile again, and you can disappear. But I'd
morning, through thenightThe bond has been broken, the promise you gave. The words that were spoken, I cannot be your slave. But to know that the trust you had in me is gone. Hurts me, little darling