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, long ago
What shall 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
Yet what I can, I can give him, give my heart
If I were a wise, wise man, I would do my part
Yet what I can, I can give him, give my heart