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