Midwinter nights, northern lights thrown upon the dark skies

Silent mansion, windows black, with flowers drawn in pale ice

Slowly the Moon journeys the sky, under their covers the people lie

Rooftops covered all in white

The Elf cannot sleep at night

Out of the barn, a shade of gray, he stands still in the deep snow

Lifts his eyes from the doorway and smiles at the Moon hanging low

Stares at the woods

The white rimmed trees, nothing but silence in all that he sees

Wonders about his endless plights

The Elf cannot sleep at night

He strokes his beard and shakes his

Head and speaks to his friend, the cold Moon

"Some have sleep but some instead have toils that don't grow old soon"

The hound of the house comes to lick the Elf's

Hand, and so he forgets what he can't understand

The Elf is the one who keeps things right

The Elf never sleeps at night

Midwinter nights, northern lights thrown upon the dark skies

Silent mansion, windows black, with flowers drawn in pale ice

Slowly the Moon journeys the sky, under their covers the people lie

Rooftops covered all in white

The Elf cannot sleep at night

Slowly the Moon journeys the sky, under their covers the people lie

Rooftops covered all in white

The Elf never sleeps at night