Lyrics

In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone Snow was falling, snow on snow, snow on snow In the bleak midwinter, long ago Angels and archangels may have gathered there Cherubim and Seraphim thronged in the air But only his mother, in her maiden bliss Worshiped 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 And if I were a wise girl, I would do my part Yet what I can I give him? I give him my heart