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, on snow In the bleak midwinter, long ago What can I give him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb If I were a wise man, I would do my part
What I can I give him my heart Angels wreathed in singing, host of Heaven adore Star beheld with glory that did not shine before Shepherds fear the blinding light, haste to understand In the bleak midwinter, peace for child, for man