In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone Snow has fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow In the bleak midwinter, long ago
Angels and archangels may have gathered there Cherubim and seraphim shone in the air But only His mother, in her maiden bliss Worshipped the beloved with a holy 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 But what I can I give Him I give Him my heart
If I were a wise man, I would do my part But what I can I give Him I give Him my heart My heart I give Him my heart
