And All Winds Go Sighing For Sweet

My Heart Is Breaking For A Little Love

In The Bleak Midwinter Frosty Wind Made Moan, Earth Stood Hard As Iron, Water Like A Stone; Snow Had Fallen, Snow On Snow, Snow On Snow, In The Bleak Midwinter, Long Ago.

Love Is Like A Rose, The Joy Of All The Earth.

Oh Roses For The Flush Of Youth, And Laurel For The Perfect Prime; But Pluck An Ivy Branch For Me Grown Old Before My Time.

The Lilies Say: Behold How We Preach Without Words Of Purity.