So the year ends
With a blaze
Of sun’s gold
And amber fire
Lit in the western sky
To guide
December home
Throughout a dark night
Towards the dawn’s light,
A fresh day,
A new year.

So the clock strikes
With a chime
Of twelve strokes
And then the year
Has passed away for good
And said
Goodbye, farewell
Throughout a dark night
Towards the dawn’s light,
A fresh day,
A new year.