Lo, How a Rose E?er Blooming Lo, how a rose e?er blooming From tender stem hath sprung, Of Jesse?s lineage coming, As men of old have sung. It came a
storm?s wet mouth, All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain and dread, For very life and nature we tacked from head to head. We gave the South a wider
What power art thou who from below Hast made me unwillingly and slow From beds of everlasting snow? See'st thou not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous
Heaven came His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame "All hail", said he, "Thou lowly maiden Mary" Most highly favored lady, Gloria "For known a
In the snow there Stands a hurdy gurdy man, With his frozen fingers Plays as best he can. Barefoot on the ice He shuffles to and fro And his empty plate
Hush child Let your mommy sleep in to the night until we rise Hush child Let me soothe the shining tears that gather in your eyes Hush child I won't
Now Winter comes slowly, Pale, Meager, and Old, First trembling with Age, and then quiv'ring with Cold; Benum'd with hard Frosts, and with Snow cover'
A soul cake, a soul cake Please, good missus, a soul cake An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry Any good thing to make us all merry A soul cake, a soul
, in winter cannot sting; I've seen a woman's anger melt betwixt the night and morn, Oh it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn. Oh, never
winter child, December's sun sits low against the sky Cold light on frozen fields, The cattle in their stable lowing. When two walked this winter road
1. There is no rose of such virtue As is the rose that bare Jesu; Alleluia. 2. For in this rose contained was Heaven and earth in little space; Res miranda
As I in hoary winter's night Stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat Which made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye To
low down, low down to the ground And Mary gathered cherries while Joseph stood down And Mary gathered cherries while Joseph stood down Then Joseph took Mary all on
: A soul, a soul cake, please good missus a soul cake. An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry, any good thing to make us all merry, A soul, a soul cake,
, in Winter cannot sting, I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn And it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn. Oh never
We gave the South a wider berth, for there the tide-race roared; But every tack we made we brought the North Head close aboard. So's we saw the cliff
stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming, As those of old have sung. It came, a floweret bright, Amid the cold of winter, When half spent was the night
: (Music by Henry Purcell, Lyrics by John Dryden) What power art thou, Who from below, Hast made me rise, Unwillingly and slow, From beds of everlasting
