Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 2)


  1. White lying through the window as I sit in the warm
    And the music and the snowflakes are soothing and calm
    But the uproar at the inn door and the wind are so fierce
    So they cowered in a stable for fear of much worse.
  2. Let us sing of the Christ child in scarlet and white
    With the organ and the church bells and warm Winter light:
    But the harsh scrape of the shepherds pipe was the greeting He heard
    With no nicely balanced programme of what He preferred.
  3. Now the needles are dropping the wise men draw near
    With cargo on camels so rich and so rare
    But I see His blood congealed at the foot of the tree
    And think not of the kings but of the King of Calvary.