In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds 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 ♪ Angels and archangels may have gathered there Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air But His mother only, in her maiden bliss Worshiped their beloved with a kiss ♪ 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 can I give Him? Give my heart ♪ Give my heart, ooh Give my heart, ooh Give my heart, ooh Give my heart