The cold of the midwinter-night is hard
The stars sparkle and shine with light
everyone is sleeping in the lonely yard
deeply during the cold mid-night
the moon treds its path so silently
snow shines white on sprouce and tree
snow shining white on a lake
only the Gnome is awake
Standing all grey at the farm-yard-door
the grey against the snowy white
gazing as so many times before
towards the moon's cold light
watching the woods, trees so tall
'cirkling the homestead beneath a sombre wall
musing on things he cannot see
about some unknown mystery
The cold of the midwinter-night is hard
the stars sparkle and shine with light
everyone is sleeping in the lonely yard
soundly until the morning's bright
the moon stes oh so silently
snow shines white on spounce and tree
snwo shining bright on a lake
only the gnome is awake
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