Midwinter nights, northern lights thrown upon the dark skies
Silent mansion, windows black, with flowers drawn in pale ice
Slowly the moon journeys the sky, under their covers the people lie
Rooftops covered all in white
The elf cannot sleep at night

Out of the barn, a shade of gray, he stands still in the deep snow
Lifts his eyes from the doorway and smiles at the moon hanging low
Stares at the woods, the white rimmed trees, nothing but silence in all that he sees
Wonders about his endless plight
The elf cannot sleep at night

He strokes his beard and shakes his head and speaks to his friend, the cold moon
“Some have sleep but some instead have toils that don’t grow old soon”
The hound of the house comes to lick the elf’s hand, and so he forgets what he can’t understand
The elf is the one who keeps things right
The elf never sleeps at night

Midwinter nights, northern lights thrown upon the dark skies
Silent mansion, windows black, with flowers drawn in pale ice
Slowly the moon journeys the sky, under their covers the people lie
Rooftops covered all in white
The elf cannot sleep at night
Slowly the moon journeys the sky, under their covers the people lie
Rooftops covered all in white
The elf never sleeps at night