In the mild mid-summer pleasant winds can blow;

Balmy zephyrs soothe us; wafting to and fro;

Christmas has its beauty; Mary’s pain is past;

Lullaby her first born; parents’ joy at last.

 

In the warm mid-summer drying winds can blow;

Cooling breezes freshen in the evening glow;

Christmas has its contrasts; happiness and stress;

Wonder of a child birth, but in stable mess.

 

In the hot mid-summer scorching winds can blow;

Rainless days unending, rivers cease to flow;

Christmas has its harshness; it can linger still;

Cattle shed for birthing; Herod plans to kill.

 

Summer is the season when we harvest grain;

When the fruit from nature ripens on the plain;

Christmas, here in summer, hot or warm or mild

Is the time for growing; following the child.

 

Tune:  Cranham (In the bleak midwinter)

 

George Stuart has several self-published volumes of new lyrics to well-known hymn tunes.  Check out his website at sites.google.com/site/george007site or email him at george.stuart@exemail.com.au