In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow had fallen, snow on snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter long, long ago
Angels and archangels may have travelled there
Cherubim and Seraphim thronged the air
But only His mother in her maiden bliss
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss
Oh, what can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb
And if I were a wise man, I would do my part
But what I can, I give Him, give him my heart
All I can, I give him, give him my heart
