Name: In the Bleak Midwinter
Duration: 2 min 28 s
Channel: musical arrangement by Fugli
Description: "In the Bleak Midwinter" is a song by Fugli. 'In the Bleak Midwinter' was written by English poet Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) for inclusion in her collection Poetical Works, 1904, where it was indicated to have been written before 1872.

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'In the Bleak Midwinter' was written by English poet Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) for inclusion in her collection Poetical Works, 1904, where it was indicated to have been written before 1872.

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Fugli

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I am a pseudo-medieval musician, scribe and artificer. With layered levels of simple instruments, my sounds are often uniquely archaic. While some of my music is entirely original, most of my numbers are my personal arrangements of renaissance and medieval melodies from antiquity. There's much more information to be found about me on my web site at

Song Info

Genre

Pop • Christmas/Seasonal

Charts

Peak #490

Peak in subgenre #30

Author

musical arrangement by Fugli

Rights

performed by Fugli

Uploaded

November 22, 2005

Track Files

MP3

MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 2:28

Lyrics

In the bleak mid-winter
  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 mid-winter
  Long ago.

God in Heaven cannot hold Him
  Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
  When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
  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,
what I can I give Him,
  Give my heart.

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