In the bleak midwinter
Frost 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
Angels and archangels
May have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air
But his mother only
In her maiden bliss
Worshiped the beloved
With a kiss
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
Would I do my part
Yet
What I can I give him
Give my heart
In the bleak midwinter
Frost wind made moan
Earth stood hard
As iron
Water like a stone
If I were a wise man
Would I do my part
Yet
Ehat I can I give him
Give my heart
