The deepest deep of quiet silence
is going on its way along.
The dark creeps over fence
and lands, without even any song.
It will be still
a charmy dark with here
and there a tiny spark
from glowing lights, that slowly darkens.
Only a star that pinkles there
in deepest blue it's endless far.
Tomorrow when the dark is fading
the sun will rise from far away;
all things will glow, yes will be glowing
new light is coming, and 'll stay.
The shadows of the night have gone
there is no shine of mourn;
it's glowing and sparkling
wherever you see,
it'll make any heart again,
happy and free.