The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight
Happy Yuletide, my children, she whispered. Good night.
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight
Happy Yuletide, my children, she whispered. Good night.