A crystal punch bowl
Sparkles in the Candlelight
The freshness of the heart can fall like Dew
In this winter night.
The year has passed
When thy heard the bell
In the name of thee,
Let’s listen the sound of magic
Making our day and year bright.
When you grow old and gray,
Open the book and say
The words you heard every year
May come and bless you
Over the night.