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Falling snow on trees of green
Quiet mountains, cold the stream
Days grow short and nights grow long,
Sings the wren a winter’s song.

While the owl flies on silent wing
While the wind whispers to the sky.
While the deer move through the cedar trees
In this Northwest Lullaby

Long ago and far away
Born a child upon the hay
Bringing hope to all who pray
For a light to show the way.

Rose a star then clear and bright,
Guiding travelors by its light
To the promise born of grace
In a lowly humble place

While the owl flies on silent wing
While the wind whispers to the sky.
While the deer move through the cedar trees
In this Northwest Lullaby

Love the hearts of all who fear
Know that hope is always near
Like the star that shown above
The greatest gift we give is love.

While the owl flies on silent wing
While the wind whispers to the sky.
While the deer move through the cedar trees
In this Northwest Lullaby