The Sky Can Still Remember

The sky can still re­mem­ber

The ear­li­est Christ­mas morn

When in the cold De­cem­ber

The Sav­ior Christ was born.

No star un­folds its glo­ry

No trum­pet wind is blown

But tells the Christ­mas sto­ry

In mu­sic of its own.

O nev­er fail­ing splen­dor!

O nev­er si­lent song!

Still keep the green earth ten­der

Still keep the gray earth strong

Still keep the brave earth dream­ing

Of deeds that shall be done

While child­ren’s lives come stream­ing

Like sun­beams from the sun.

O an­gels sweet and splen­did

Throng in our hearts and sing

The won­ders which at­tend­ed

The com­ing of the King;

Till we too

bold­ly press­ing

Where once the shep­herds trod

Climb Beth­le­hem’s hill of bless­ing

And find the Son of God.