From the album To Warm The Winter's Night
n the depts of harsh winter, a reminder of sacred celebration invests The Darkest Midnight, a reverent and haunting view of the season. "The Darkest Midnight" is one of the Kylemore carols, which are sung to this day in Kylemore. They have lasted through time and form a very special part of the Christmas music that has come down to us.
The darkest midnight in December
No snow nor hail nor winter storm
Shall hinder us for to remember
The Babe that on this night was born.
With shepherds, we are come to see
This lovely Infant's glorious charms.
Born of a Maid, as the prophet said,
The God of love in Mary's arms.
Ye blessed angels join our voices
Let your gilded wings beat fluttering o'er
While every sould set free rejoices
And everyone now must adore.
We'll sing and pray that he always may
Good people one and all defend
God grant us grace in all our days
A merry Christmas and a happy end.