In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind makes moan.
Earth stands hard as iron, water like a stone.
Snow has fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow. In the bleak midwinter, it is ever so. Yet we fill the night time with our hopeful song. Winter s cold won t reach us here, where we light our fire, As we burn the old year on its funeral pyre. Now the new year beckons, even in this night.