Oh Little Northern Winter Town (Oh Little Town of Bethlehem)

 Oh Little Northern Winter Town (Oh Little Town of Bethlehem) 

I'm using the melody most common in North America written by Lewis Henry Redner (December 15, 1831 – August 29, 1908). - Wikipedia  

In the same way I thought of somber thankfulness in “Let All Who Are To Mirth Inclined” I was keen on giving a few props specifically to farmers SOMEWHERE in these songs. Verse 3 gives them a lyrical fist bump. It’s not much, but maybe future songs will yield more fruitful expressions of gratitude to those who keep society going. 

 

O little northern winter town 

How still we see thee lie 

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep 

The silent stars go by 

Yet in thy dark streets shineth 

The spark of frost and snow 

The sharp caress of frigidness  

And icicles twinkling glow 

  

For in this house surrounded now 

By gathering winter wind 

While mortals sleep, the curtains keep 

The warmth held fast within  

The morning star will shine and 

Light up the crystal world 

And praises sing, sweet chiming ring 

A twinkling song is heard 

  

How thankfully, how thankfully 

We take in sustenance. 

The bellies full and plentiful 

Give thanks with reverence. 

For through the growing season 

The farmers in their fields 

Did harvest food that tastes so good. 

We're nourished from their yield. 

  

Oh reverence for solemn nights 

Awaiting light's return 

We hold so tight with all our might 

Internal flames still burn 

We hear the echoes coming 

Of future's healthy days 

Cast fully out our fear and doubt 

And happily, we play