In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds may 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
Worshipped the Beloved with a kiss
Oh, what 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 winds may 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
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