May the wind at your back never be your own.
Freedom comes para-angels declared, Descending.
Christmas Eve, they sang Belgium, Freezing, attacked in the non-Silent Night. Troopers, tonight sleep warm in your beds, Peace has been purchased. Guardians of Liberty Bought with your lives. And may it stay A precious treasure, Giving measure after measure Of the highest kind of pleasure, Every day. Fireweed-down in frosty air Tamarack needles beneath new snow.