As dawn of yuletide, begin
And merry bells continues to ring
Arcane bliss shall be my beacon
To thee alone gracious king
From the depth of my dell within
Through my hollow aperture that sings
With wraiths of joy glowing again
To thee I come; king among kings
As I stray into your hallowed casern
Nothing save reverence I bring
To him that was for me born
To die and pardoned my wrong
I have come to see the king
Whose parturition forever ‘ting-a-ling’
Merry Christmas!
