O Sacred Light

Holy child, the stars are shining
Tonight the princess Zelda is born
Crowds rejoice singing psalms of praise
Though their hearts are fraught with scorn
Still strangers gather and sing
They blaze the streets until morn."
May she be virtuous
With wisdom to shepherd us
Safe through the twisting hands of time
O child divine
The newborn sleeps, yet it’s I who dreams
Of simple things a child should delight in
A favorite doll or that book she’d fancy
No beasts, no sacred lights
Heir to a legacy
Princess of destiny
All by the goddess’s design, divine
O night when she was born
O child of the goddess’s design!
O child, o child divine!