The people that walked in darkness, see a great light. And over those, who dwell in the land of shadow, radiates a glow. You let the cheers resound, You give great pleasure, because a child is born to us, a son is given, and the government shall be upon his shoulder. And he is called: A miracle of wisdom, A powerful as God, A father, who remains forever, A prince, who creates peace. You men- and womenfolk who once were children, too, You little ones who just begin the journey of your lives Each of you who rests today, and who will work again tomorrow:
All listen, hear what Christ child has to say ! In every year, four weeks before the time When Christmas trees we decorate, and everyone awaits the feast,
Here on this square, just as of yore, this market does appear Which up and down the country they call Christmas Mart. This little town is built from wood and canvas It’s splendour’s short, will be gone, But yet it is eternal. My market is forever young.
As long as Nuremberg does exist, as long as you remember it. For young and old the sight of this Old Town of Nuremberg Has many faces and their number can’t be counted. Look at this square. Today in its sourroundings
High buildings rise, and factories of modern times, And many suburbs grow, yet it remains forever,
Ye men- and womenfolk: the Nuremberg of its people. The last month of the year has come and thus the day
When wishes are fulfilled and presents given The market’s lights shine brightly With baubles, glitter and with Christmans promise.
But don’t forget, ye men- and womenfolk one thing:
Those who have ev’rything don’t need your presents. It’s children of this world and poorer folk
Who’ll tell you what it means to give a present. Ye men- and womenfolk who once were children, too Be child again today and do rejoice When Christ child now invites you all to see this market.
Whoever comes to visit shall be welcome.