Midwinter EP

by The Western Den

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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

We hope you enjoy the songs and carols we selected. Stay close to your families and loved ones, and may your Christmas season be filled with joy.


released December 5, 2013

Violin (Tim Reynolds)
Trumpet/Vocals (Alec Alabado)
Piano/Vocals (Deni Hlavinka)
Guitar/Vocals (Chris West)
Produced, Arranged, and Recorded by Deni Hlavinka and Chris West

Cover photo by Sarah Elgersma



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An alternative folk group of friends telling stories out of Boston, MA.


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Track Name: O Come, O Come, Emmanuel
O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny
From depths of Hell Thy people save
And give them victory o'er the grave
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
Track Name: Bring A Torch, Jeanette Isabella
Bring a torch, Jeanette Isabella,
Bring a torch, come swiftly and run.
Christ is born! Tell the folk of the village,
Jesus is sleeping in his cradle.

Hush, hush,
Beautiful is the mother,
Hush, hush,
Beautiful is her son.

It is wrong when the child is sleeping,
It is wrong to talk so loud.
Silence all as you gather around,
Lest your noise should waken Jesus.

Hush, hush,
See how fast he slumbers,
Hush, hush,
See how fast he sleeps.
Track Name: In The Bleak Midwinter
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.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain.
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter, a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb.
If I were a wise Man, I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give him: give my heart.