In the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, 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; Yet what I can I give him: give my heart Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow In the bleak midwinter, long ago The End