Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow;
For all is hushed,
the world is sleeping;
Holy star its vigil keeping
Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.

Sleep, sleep, sleep,
‘Tis the eve of our Saviour’s birth.
The night is peaceful all around you;
Close your eyes; let sleep surround you.
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
‘Tis the eve of our Saviour’s birth.

Dream, dream, dream Of the joyous day to come.
While guardian angels without number
Watch you as you sweetly slumber. Dream, dream, dream Of the joyous day to come!