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