IN THE BLEAK COLD PARKLAND
An alternative Carol for Christmas
In the UK every year, several men, women and children still live rough on the streets or in very inadequate, temporary shelters

THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO THEM
In the bleak cold parkland,
Men they gather there.
Earth stands hard as iron,
Winds they chill the air.
Women, children join them,
In their homes of card.
Winters getting colder,
Frosts are setting hard.

In the bleak cold parkland,
All are gathered round,
Sheltering a mum in labour,
As snow comes tumbling down.
In the bleak cold parkland
On that special morn
A present for all people,
A baby boy is born.

From that bleak cold parkland,
Words begin to sound.
From the streets and doorways,
More people do abound.
In the bleak cold parkland,
A baby for to see.
Wrapped in old blankets,
A saviour soon to be.

What can I give him?
Poor as I am,
In this bleak cold parkland,
Hungry, cold I stand.
In this bleak cold parkland,
As snows falls from above
This is what I give him,
Give Him my love.
This poem or hymn is based on the
Christmas Carol
"In the bleak mid winter"
In the Bleak Midwinter sung by Allison Crowe