In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow had fallen, 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 the lamb
If I were a wise man, I would do my part
Yet what I can I give him: give my heart
Snow had fallen, snow, snow on snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter, long ago