All is still! The moonbeam dances Its round in wood and meadow, And over it reigns silence And only the winter sky. All is still! In vain one hearkens To the hoarse cry of the crow. No fir-top rustles, No brooklet hums by. All is still! The village cottages Look like graves, Which, blanketed in snow, stand Amid a vast churchyard. All is still! The moonbeam dances Its round in wood and meadow, And over it reigns silence And only the winter sky. All is still! The moonbeam dances Its round in wood and meadow, And over it reigns silence And only the winter sky.