The night is freezing fast,
To-morrow comes December;
And winterfalls of old
Are with me from the past;
And chiefly I remember
How Dick would hate the cold.
Fall, winter, fall; for he,
Prompt hand and headpiece clever,
Has woven a winter robe,
And made of earth and sea
His overcoat for ever,
And wears the turning globe.
Winter madrigals
Song Cycle by David M. Hollister (1929 - 2014)
?. The night is freezing fast  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in Last Poems, no. 20, first published 1922
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