Текст: Blackmore's Night. Fires At Midnight. Midwinters Night.

(1st part in Provencial French)
The bells are ringing
On Mid Winters Night
The moon sets all alone
And once again I try to sleep before the morning light
Too soon the sun will come a-calling over the hills in our little town
Too soon the snow will start falling over the world without a sound
While in my room dreams are a-fleeting
I close my eyes one more time
All too quickly the dawn is breaking and I must leave the night behind.