In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan The earth stood hard as iron Water like a stone How snow had fallen Snow on snow on snow In the bleak mid-winter Long, long ago What can I give him Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb And If I were a wise man Oh I would do my part What can I give him? I would give my heart And If I were a wise man I would do my part Yet what I can I give him