When Icicles Hang: IV. Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Songtext
von John Rutter

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man′s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.


Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing . . .