In the bleak mid-winter frosty winds made moan Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow In the bleak mid-winter, long ago Angels and archangels may have gathered there Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air But His mother only, in her maiden's bliss Worshiped the beloved with a kiss Oh what can I give him, poor as I am If I were a shepherd, would I bring a lamb If I were a wise man, would I do my part Yet what can I give him, give my heart In the bleak mid-winter frosty winds made moan Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone