Dark December

Oh should we curse the winter

For being e'er so long

When the trees are black and groaning

And every leaf is gone

And from the silent blackthorn bush

There comes no small bird's song

Oh should we curse the winter

For being e'er so cold

When the sheep together huddle

To keep warm in their fold

And a man don't leave his fireside

Unless that man be bold

Oh should we curse the winter

For being e'er so bleak

When a man turns up his collar

To guard his frozen cheek

And hurries through the icebound streets

Through rain or sleet or squall

Oh should we curse the winter

For being e'er so dark

When the sun is late in rising

But early to depart

When the bitter northern blizzard winds

Freeze our very hearts

No we should not curse the winter

With its icy wind and storms

Likewise the cold and darkness

No man on Earth should scorn

For it was in dark December

When the Christ child he was born

by Graeme Miles

This is the link to it being sung

https://youtu.be/vfLdLcvPMtg?si=iECiLKHkBYPqWGzN