In the bleak midwinter
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 midwinter, long ago

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air
But his mother only
In her maiden bliss
Worshiped the beloved with a kiss

What I can I give him, poor as I am?
If 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 midwinter
Frosty wind 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