Peace upon the moors tonight… And blessing in the snow. The night is still, the snow is deep, The stars are sharp and clear, And o’er the moors where angels sleep, The voice of peace draws near. O blessing of the snow, That falls on field and stone, The world lies still in silver grace, And hearts are not alone. The weary heart, the traveler’s hand, Find rest where embers glow, For love was born to heal the land, Long, long and far ago. O blessing of the snow, That crowns the barren moor, The hearts of all made bright again, In peace forevermore. “Sìth air talamh, Solas anns na speuran, Gràdh nach bàsaich gu bràth.” (Peace on earth, light in the heavens, love that never dies.) O blessing of the snow, That falls from hand divine, Be peace upon the moors tonight, This holy Christmastime.
