In dulci jubilo,
These days grow darker. So
We sing beneath our breath.
In life we are in death.
Alpha es et O,
But footprints mar the snow.
O Jesu parvule,
We’ve moored our tree today
With fishing line, a nail—
We know how things can fail.
O princeps gloriae,
Misrule will have its way.
O Patris caritas,
Throughout the waiting house
We’ve strewn our mangers. Maybe
This year we’ll find one baby.
O Nati lenitas,
We’re all forgetfulness.
Ubi sunt gaudia?
This world is what we know.
O that we were there,
We sing because we’re here.
Into the night we go,
In dulci jubilo.
Carol
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