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This poem, by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), was published posthumously in a collection, though the poem itself was dated 1872.
The song "In the Bleak Midwinter" gained popularity when it was paired in "The English Hymnal" with Gustav Holst's composition "Cranham," written for the verse specifically.
In this arrangement, only the first and fourth verses are sung, but verses 2 and 3 have been included as well for reading during the interlude.
Arrangement, piano, vocals: Mystified
Orchestral interlude: Tom Atwood
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The song "In the Bleak Midwinter" gained popularity when it was paired in "The English Hymnal" with Gustav Holst's composition "Cranham," written for the verse specifically.
In this arrangement, only the first and fourth verses are sung, but verses 2 and 3 have been included as well for reading during the interlude.
Arrangement, piano, vocals: Mystified
Orchestral interlude: Tom Atwood
splendor bright cd
now available
the lost records™
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Lyrics
In the Bleak Midwinter
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone.
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long, long ago.
God, heaven cannot hold Him, nor the earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed;
The Lord God almighty, Jesus Christ.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air.
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb.
If I were a wise man, I would do my part.
Yet what can I give Him: give my heart.
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone.
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long, long ago.
God, heaven cannot hold Him, nor the earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed;
The Lord God almighty, Jesus Christ.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air.
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb.
If I were a wise man, I would do my part.
Yet what can I give Him: give my heart.
Wonderful performances and arrangement. Excellent song selection.