In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow was falling, snow on snow, snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter, long ago
Angels and archangels may have gathered there
Cherubim and Seraphim thronged in the air
But only his mother, in her maiden bliss
Worshiped the beloved with a holy kiss
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 girl, I would do my part
Yet what I can I give him?
I give him my heart
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