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The lyrics and melody varied significantly in traditional communities, but the song has since become standardised. The version which is now popular was collected in 1909 by the English folk song collector Cecil Sharp in the market town of Chipping Campden in Gloucestershire, England, from a woman named Mary Clayton.
Winter Poem is the 2011 and the 7th album by Secret Garden. Primarily an instrumental album, it features three songs with guest vocals: Moya Brennan of Clannad fame on "The Dream", Fionnuala Gill on "Mary’s Lament", and Tracey Campbell and Espen Grjotheim on "Powered By Nature". The lyrics to "Mary’s Lament" were written by Brendan Graham.
"It May Be Winter Outside (But in My Heart It's Spring)" is a song co-written by the songwriters and record producers, Barry White and Paul Politi. It became a minor hit for American singer Felice Taylor in 1967, reaching No. 42 on the Billboard Hot 100 and No. 44 on the R&B chart in early 1967.
Upon a winter night, Was born the Child, the Christmas Rose, The King of Love and Light. The angels sang, the shepherds sang, The grateful earth rejoiced; And at His blessed birth the stars Their exultation voiced. O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. Again the heart with rapture glows
"Green Groweth the Holly" has also been circulated as a love poem. The original poem has no references to God or Christmas in it. The evergreen character of the holly during the winter's weather is instead offered as an image for the faithfulness of the male lover to his beloved through all adversities. [5] [1]
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THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS In Eastern lands they talk in flow'rs And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowr's, On its leaves a mystic language bears. The rose is a sign of joy and love, Young blushing love in its earliest dawn, And the mildness that suits the gentle dove,