In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on, snow on snow In the bleak midwinter, long, long ago ♪ Angels and archangels may have traveled there Cherubim and Seraphim thronged the air But only his Mother, in her maiden bliss Worshiped the beloved with a kiss ♪ What can I give him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would give a lamb If I were a wise man, I would do my part But what can I give him? Give him my heart But what can I give him? Give him my heart