In the old grand church
a multiude as is the word
when talking about angels...

All of these young ones carrying
a candle or a starstick
and wearing long, white dresses

Led by a tall maiden
with candles in her hair
the hundred voices fill the room.

My heart beats stronger
every year I see them
the Lucia and Staffan people!

My heart beats faster
every time I hear
the songs of light to come.