In the bleak mid-winter, frosty wind may moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow
In the bleak mid-winter long ago

Angels and archangels may have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air
But His mother only in her maiden bliss
Worshiped the beloved with a kiss

Oh, what can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, would I bring a lamb?
If I were a wise man, would I do my part?
Yet what I can I give Him? Give my heart

In the bleak mid-winter, frosty winds may moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
If I were a wise man, would I do my part?
Yet what I can I give Him? Give my heart