[THE PROCESSION OF THE KINGS]
The little town is muffled all in snow;
Yet there Weihnachten[1] love is burning clear.
And on each door three letters[2] in a row
Proclaim the Three Kings’ Day is drawing near.
Oh, then will Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar
Ride through the country on their horses white!
And all the people, live they far or near,