When I see the lights glistening in the snow, Melting mid air near the bonfire, It is easy enough for me to know, That I continue to tire. The night is long in winter time, But he songs are longer with their rhyme, And all of it seems to be a sign, That the crackling orange light feels fine. But in pairs we stand, Side by side, Waiting for the entrance of the band, Some missing the tide. But in the end we sing, Because it’s the dawn That we try to bring.