I am dreaming of a pitch-black Christmas night Tonight, where the jolly stars can easily be seen In the sky. From afar, the moon is clear and bright And the clouds create a wonderfully divine scene.
I am dreaming of a dark black and arctic Noel night Where all babies experience and see while asleep The jamboree that I'm enjoying under the beam light Of a flying sleigh. What I am saying is incredibly deep.
When the sky is pitch-black, there's always a party in Heaven The angels wear an array of colors with their Sunday best God sits atop, right in the middle of the feast in Eden.
I'm dreaming of a marriage between darkness and brightness Where there is no evil, there is no Hell in man's consciousness I‘m not sleeping but I'm dreaming like Baby Jesus in the nest.