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
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
I would do my part
Yet what I can I give Him -
Give my heart
In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone;
If I were a wise man
Would do my part?
Yet what I can I give Him -
Give my heart