In the bleak midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan,
Earth stood hard as I heard, 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 maidens bliss.
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

Well what can I give him, poor as I am.
If I were a shepherd, would I bring a lamb.
If I were a Wiseman, would I do my part.
Yet what can I give him, give my heart.

In the bleak midwinter frosty winds made moan,
Earth stood hard as I heard, water like a stone.
If I were a wiseman, would I do my part.
Yet what can I give him, give my heart.