The sky is clothed in grey

The sky is clothed in grey
The sun has nothing to say
The weather has changed in a single day
And winter is here to stay.

The days grow shorter
The nights grow longer
The sun is paler
And Jack Frost is stronger.

But in the barren wintertime
There comes a wondrous sight
It is the star of Bethlehem
That sheds its warming light.

It tells us of a little Child
In a lowly stall begotten
It warms the cockles of our hearts
And winter is forgotten