In the bleak mid-winter

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 mid-winter

Long ago

Angels and archangels

May have gathered there

Cherubim and seraphim

Thronged the air

But only his mother

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 mid-winter

Frosty wind made moan

Earth stood hard as iron

Water like a stone

If I were a wise man

I would do my part

Yet what I can I give him?

Give my heart