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
