On the thirteenth night, the air is sweet,  
With voices drifting down the street.  
The carolers sing of hope and peace,  
Their melodies, a soft release.  
The songs of angels, shepherds, kings,  
Of holy nights and joyful rings.  
The candles flicker, breath takes flight,  
As music warms the coldest night.  
Each note, a gift, so freely given,  
A sound that lifts the heart to heaven.  
We listen close, our troubles fade,  
As love and song are gently laid.  
And in this moment, hearts unite,  
Beneath the stars, so pure, so bright.  
On the thirteenth, let voices blend,  
For music heals, and hearts will mend.