Silence

Have you heard the silent night?

The earth is always singing

Praises of the morning sun

Even before morning

And the whole world is singing of

It's beauty all day long

And even the quiet dark

That silence is a song

Weep not for the day of gray

For the heavens are not weeping

The roses are still red and gay

They are even blooming

And the whole world is singing of

Its beauty all day long

And even the quiet dark

That silence is a song

That silence is a song