Charm

Charm

Burn , burn , my candle :
New year is on the spindle :
The year lies in his cradle ,
Wrapped close with driven snow :
The year lies in his cradle —
Burn bright , my little candle ,
His frozen life to kindle ,
His heart to set aglow .
New yarn is on the spindle :
By thee I swear , bright candle ,
My hands shall not be idle ,
Run swift this year or slow ,
That now lies in his cradle :
By thee I swear , bright candle ,
With mischief not to meddle ,
With godliness to go:
New year is on the spindle ,
My hands shall not be idle ,
The year lies in his cradle :
Burn bright , my little candle .

1 January 1953