Winter as cold as the frozen night and bitter winds draw nigh ,
and fairy lights ,
and fir trees are cut down and hung .
Forest lamps ,
Elves and fairys dance in the pale moon light ,
and man with spears and nets ,
and burning wood to find Oxon ,
Deer , and fowl to hunt ,
**** ,
And hang before the snow takes the night .
Wine will flow ,
Camp fires lite ,
They dance around the fire .
They feast ,
Gorge on meat until their stumuchs are full .
Their meat turns to rotten ,
Their ale to vinegar
Their bellys sick with too much wine ,
The fire light ,
The fairys have gone ,
the embers of the flame grow dim and die .
A beam shines from heaven like a light out of the black ,
Isiah bent down to gather some wood ,
To kindle a flame ,
thou man cuss and spit ,
Shall never grow dim ,
and die .
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
Winter as cold as the frozen night and bitter winds draw nigh ,
and fairy lights ,
and fir trees are cut down and hung .
Forest lamps ,
Elves and fairys dance in the pale moon light ,
and man with spears and nets ,
and burning wood to find Oxon ,
Deer , and fowl to hunt ,
**** ,
And hang before the snow takes the night .
Wine will flow ,
Camp fires lite ,
They dance around the fire .
They feast ,
Gorge on meat until their stumuchs are full .
Their meat turns to rotten ,
Their ale to vinegar
Their bellys sick with too much wine ,
The fire light ,
The fairys have gone ,
the embers of the flame grow dim and die .
A beam shines from heaven like a light out of the black ,
Isiah bent down to gather some wood ,
To kindle a flame ,
thou man cuss and spit ,
Shall never grow dim ,
and die .
