[Intro]
At winter dusk, a small song came,
A fragile spark without a name.

[Verse 1]
The fields were grey, the day was thin,
The year had folded grief within.
The broken branches scratched the sky,
And every road forgot to try.

[Pre-Chorus]
Then from the thorns, so frail and old,
A bird poured out a heart of gold.
No reason shone, no promise stirred,
Only the trembling of that bird.

[Chorus]
Sing, little thrush, at winter dusk,
Sing through the ash, sing through the dust.
Maybe you know what I cannot see,
A hidden hope prepared for me.
Sing, little heart, against the cold,
Make the dying daylight gold.
When the world has lost its trust,
Sing, little thrush, at winter dusk.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 2]
I stood alone beside the gate,
Too tired for faith, too still for fate.
But joy had found a narrow throat,
And lifted heaven in one note.

[Bridge]
Was there some blessed hope unknown,
Some secret seed beneath the stone?
I only heard the dark reply
With music rising to the sky.

[Chorus]
Sing, little thrush, at winter dusk,
Sing through the ash, sing through the dust.
Maybe you know what I cannot see,
A hidden hope prepared for me.
Sing, little heart, against the cold,
Make the dying daylight gold.
When the world has lost its trust,
Sing, little thrush, at winter dusk.

[Outro]
At winter dusk, a small song stayed,
And I was less afraid.