Holst, GustavGustav Holst
Royaume-Uni Royaume-Uni
(1874 - 1934)
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Holst, Gustav: In the Bleak Midwinter

In the Bleak Midwinter
Gustav Holst


Guitare, Violon
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Compositeur
Gustav Holst
Gustav Holst (1874 - 1934)
Instrumentation

Guitare, Violon

Genre

Noel

Arrangeur
Gustav Holst
Bizzarri, Bruno (1956 - )
TonalitéFa majeur
Auteur/Parolier:Christina Rossetti
LangueAnglais
Date1906
Droit d'auteurPublic Domain
"In the Bleak Midwinter", conosciuta anche come "A Christmas Carol", è una poesia e una canzone natalizia scritta dalla poetessa inglese di origine italiana Christina Georgina Rossetti nel 1872 e messa in musica nel 1906 dal compositore inglese Gustave Theodore Holst.
Ajoutée par brunobizzarri, 14 Déc 2022

PAROLES
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.

Our God, 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.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom Angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.

Angels and Archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air;
But only His Mother
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, —
Yet what I can I give Him, —
Give my heart.

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