Now the winter is come with its cold chilling breath
And the leaves do fall from the trees
All nature is touched with the finger of death
And the streams do begin for to freeze
When the wanton young boys on the water will slide
And the frost overcovers the moor
When with health rich enjoy everything that is good
That's the time to remember the poor
That's the time to remember the poor
When the poor harmless hare to the woods may be traced
By the print he has left in the snow
When our lips and our toes are turned blue with frost
And the sportsman a shooting do go
When a poor Robin Redbreast approaches our cot
And icicles hang o'er the door
When the bright twinkling stars proclaim the cold night
That's the time to remember the poor
That's the time to remember the poor
O the time will draw nigh when the seasons on Earth
All the world will agree with one voice
All nations unite to salute a new morn
And the ends of the Earth will rejoice
When death is deprived of his cold chilly sting
And the grave is a terror no more
When angels and men alleluja shall sing
Then the rich will lie down with the poor
Then the rich will lie down with the poor