Jean Ritchie
Wintergrace
This is the time so well we love
The time of all the year
When winter calls, with chilling breath
For fireside and good cheer

A time for man and beast to stand
And feel the season turn
To watch the stars for secret signs
And god's true lessons learn

For the time when the corn is all into the barn
The old cow's breath's a frosty wine
And the morn along the fallow field
Doth silver shine

And when cold morning's radiant star
Shines over hill and plain;
We know anew that littlе Babe
Is born to us again

And man and beast and bird in tree
Each one in his own placе;
We bow our hearts and thank our God
For winter rest and grace