In the Bleak Midwinter

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 amIf 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

If I were a wise man, would

I do my part

Yet what can

I give him, give my heart