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 ago.
In the bleak midwinter, the hungry and the poor
Still wait for their Messiah to end prejudice and war
For still we fight each other, still our children die
If the Prince of peace has come to us, why won’t the white dove fly
In the bleak midwinter, this fragile planet turns
But through all our years of history still love seems hard to learn
How can we make a difference and turn darkness into light
In the bleak midwinter, here tonight.
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