Blown off was my power - and murdered my peace
it thundered in darkness: and if you had faith
to move even mountains
it profits you nothing
when stony and cold is the heart
New year's morning
Then misery taught me - in midwinter's chill
that light without warming - is torment of hell
to struggle I wanted
towards love's very fountain
myself I did wish to transform
New year's morning
Where darkly from mountains - a thundering sound
ascends with much power - from song of the old
where tones fully bustle - with roar over field
as torrents do welter - in dale of the cliffs
just there felt belonging
my heart which when speaking
like roar, was an echo in stone
New year's morning
Sing low over forest
sing high over water:
god's peace over people of the north
New year's morning
new year's morning
