Awake from the darkness
of the sleeping night,
now the hour of dawn is breaking;
through ceaseless winds in a land of ice,
that hope has never forsaken.
Oh shake the ice from these ragged wings,
for the hour of flight is returning;
grains of hope have begun to grow,
where promise was sleeping
under the snow.

Oh wake me when it’s over,
shake me from this sleep;
from the dark of endless winter,
light return to me.
The season wakes,
and hope awaits,
through the dark of endless night;
the season is the reason,
For the vigil of the light.

Rise from the sorrow
of dark despair,
for the light of grace is dawning;
hold on to trust and hope and care,
for we’ve almost made the morning.
Oh shake the fear from these leafless limbs,
for the tide is surely turning;
buds of hope have begun to grow,
where tomorrow was sleeping
under the snow.

Oh wake me when it’s over,
shake me from this sleep;
from the dark of endless winter,
light return to me.
The season wakes,
fulfill our fate,
through the dark of endless night;
let the season be the reason,
for the vigil of the light.