A-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 hath no joy With Mary and her heavenly boy. On his nativity, On his nativity. Peace be to them, and right good cheer, Who care o'er Mary, And high them forth when church bells ring, To kneel before their newborn King. On his nativity, On his nativity.
