Winter moonlight pale through the window midnight hour chimes in the hall And as the fire burns low so the shadows flicker quietly upon the wall In the church the choir were singing softly for a still small voice of calm And in the bedroom mother’s praying dearly so that her angels don’t come to harm In the garden the moonlight is reflected from a frost lying on the lawn And on the cobwebs hanging undetected shining quietly into the dawn Now in the firelight trying to remember all the faces I used to know In a dorm room on a cold night in December lying in this same moon’s glow Of the children safe and asleep around me some are married and one is gone As the embers glow dimly through the darkness still the quiet moon keeps shining on Sing a soft tune for the quiet moon