The shortest day has come and gone
And all seems dead around
But life lies hidden deep within
Beneath the dark cold ground.
New birth appears in bright green robes
In blade and leaf and frond
We look for shoot from bud and bulb
And frogspawn in the pond.
All these things are here to say
And will continue to proclaim
The Saviour that is born this day
Is come to call our name.