A Ceremony of Carols, Op. 28: VIII. In freezing winter night
Nigel Short, Tenebrae, Grace Davidson, Martha McLorinan
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Behold a silly tender babe, In freezing winter night In homely manger trembling lies Alas a piteous sight! The inns are full no man will yield This little pilgrim bed But forced he is with silly beasts In crib to shroud his head This stable is a Prince's court This crib his chair of State The beasts are parcel of his pomp The wooden dish his plate The persons in that poor attire His royal liveries wear The Prince himself is come from heav'n This pomp is prizèd there With joy approach, O Christian wight Do homage to thy King And highly praise his humble pomp Wich he from Heav'n doth bring
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Written by: Benjamin Britten
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