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.
Dark, dark the night when Christ was born,
but deeper shadows be
Within the heart that has no joy
with Mary and her heavenly 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.
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
Within the heart that has no joy
with Mary and her heavenly 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.
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