[Verse 1] In the hush of winter’s evening, When the world lies silver-grey, There’s a glow upon the table Marking how the season sways. With a spark the waiting opens, Like a promise soft and bright— For the road toward Christmas waking Starts with one, small, gentle light. [Chorus] My sweet first light, You lift the darkness from the air. My sweet first light, A tiny flame beyond compare. In the quiet of December, Where we greet the coming night— My sweet first light, You mark the path toward warmth and white. [Verse 2} Every year this moment finds me In the stillness winter weaves, When the first flame starts the journey Toward the joy that Christmas brings. Three more candles wait in silence, Sleeping softly in the glow— But the heart begins its turning When your gentle embers show. [Chorus] My sweet first light, You lift the darkness from the air. My sweet first light, A tiny flame beyond compare. In the quiet of December, Where we greet the coming night— My sweet first light, You mark the path toward warmth and white. [Verse 3] Though the nights grow long and trembling, And the frost sings on the pane, Still you whisper winter’s story— How the warmth will rise again. From your spark the hope is growing, Softly shining week by week, Till the fourfold flame is blooming With the peace we long to seek. [Chorus] My sweet first light, You lift the darkness from the air. My sweet first light, A tiny flame beyond compare. In the quiet of December, Where we greet the coming night— My sweet first light, You mark the path toward warmth and white.