Holy suspense, Advent1

This long, dark, restless night is nearly done,

The morning star shows It is nearly day.

The morning lark and owl now sing as one,

the owl is flying home, the lark will stay.

This long, dark, restless night is nearly done.

As from my darker dreams I turn away,

and cling to dawn's faint hope rise with the sun.

The morning star shows It is nearly day.

This long, dark, restless night is nearly done.

The morning star shows It is nearly day.