In the bleak midwinter
Frosty 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 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 him my heart