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The church bells ring their music at midnight
To warm the hearts of cold silent men
Heard in the town on loneliest evening
As beasts lay in their stalls just like stone
I plowed on through the streets of the city
Wrapped head to toe against bitter cold
No angel sang out over the skyline
Never did man feel so alone

How should I not bring you roses
As you lay down in the straw?

A spark of fire from coal in the darkness
Cast shadows never seen before
Amid the bleak and cold mid-winter
When all the songs were sad once more

Winter songs don't have as bright a ring in a place where it hasn't gone below freezing yet. Hmph. Tomorrow we fly in search of cold.