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 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 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