Cold winter was howling over moor and over mountain, and wild was the surge on the dark rolling sea,
when just about daybreak I met a young lassie, who asked me the road and the miles to Dundee.

Cold winter was howling over moor and over mountain, and wild was the surge on the dark rolling sea,
when just about daybreak I met a young lassie, who asked me the road and the miles to Dundee.

Advent, Advent, ein Lichtlein brennt.
Erst eins, dann zwei, dann drei, dann vier,
dann steht das Christkind vor der Tür.