Alfred Burt
Ah, bleak and chill the wintry wind,
But colder far be he
Who hath no warmth of love to share,
With Christ the babe that Mary bare,
On His Nativity, on His Nativity.
But colder far be he
Who hath no warmth of love to share,
With Christ the babe that Mary bare,
On His Nativity, on His Nativity.
Dark, dark the night when Christ was born,
But deeper shadows be
in the heart that hath no joy
With Mary and her heav’nly boy,
On His Nativity, on His Nativity.
Peace be to them, and right good cheer
Who carol merrily,
And hie them forth when church bells ring,
To kneel before their newborn King,
On His Nativity, on His Nativity.
Who carol merrily,
And hie them forth when church bells ring,
To kneel before their newborn King,
On His Nativity, on His Nativity.