There is faint music in the night And pale wings fanned by silver flight A frosty hill with tender glow Of countless stars that shine on snow A shelter from the winter storm A star light manger safe and warm And Mary singing lullabies To hush her babies sleepy sighs Her eyes are fixed upon his face Unheaded here is time and space Time and space Your heart is filled with blinding joy For God's own son, her baby boy There is faint music in the night And pale wings fanned by silver flight A frosty hill with tender glow For countles stars that shine on snow Oh For Gods own son, her baby boy