| In the bleak midwinter days, When frost and wind the ground did cleave, We wandered round in a haze As spiders in their webs did weave. The days must close, We must not doze, For springtime soon the air must breathe. The springtime comes with a blast Of fiery flowers and florid hues. We know this soon will be past And summer’s sun will then amuse The singing lark, The children’s park, ‘Til winter shall its shadow cast. Once more rolls the year around, But what is that to you and me? Once we thought it was quite sound But time itself has left to flee, Another year Ran like the hare To carry love where ere you be. |
