Tekster:
A Winter S Night

softly callin' If I could only have you near To breathe a sigh or two I would be happy just to hold the hands I love Upon this winter night with you

miles, I'm a-comin' home again. And it's who's a-gonna shoe your poor little feet, Who's a-gonna glove your little hands? Who's a-gonna kiss your

softly calling If I could only have you near To breathe a sigh or two I would be happy just to hold the hands I love Upon this winter night with you

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

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

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

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'

, 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

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