• as the sun sets, oh as the sun sets,
    one may wish to see one's dear but he has let us the stars and moon...
    left us to dance and cheer, with his tidings, play along with meriment, and watch as he leaves us, without his eternal light, blinded and helpless, as those last spring, infants, we infants, so helpless and blinded, must go on, with the glistening dark sky if we wish to see father dear...
    as the sun rises, oh as the sun rises,
    we awaken from the frozen wasteland of night, only to be welcomed by sister dawn and brother morning, and kissed on the face by father sun....