Texty: David Wilcox. If It Wasn't for the Night.

If it wasn't for the night
So cold this time of year
The stars would never shine so bright
So beautiful and clear

I have walked this road alone
My thin coat against the chill
When the light in me was gone
And my winter house was stilled

When I grieved for all I'd made
Out of all I had to give
On the eve of Christmas day
With no reason left to live

And even then somehow in the bitter wind and cold
Impossibly strong I know
Even then a bloom as tender as a rose
Was breaking through the snow
In the dark night of the soul, in the dark night of the soul

If it wasn't for the babe
Lying helpless in the straw
There would be no Christmas day
And the night would just go on

When it seems that death has won
Buried deep beneath the snow
Where the summer leaves have gone
The seed of hope will grow

Even now somehow in the bitter wind and cold
Impossibly strong you know
Even now a bloom as tender as a rose
Is breaking through the snow
In the dark night of the soul, in the dark night of the soul
In the dark night of the soul

If it wasn't for the night
So cold this time of year
Stars would never shine so bright
So beautiful and clear, so beautiful and clear