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 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 I would I bring a lamb. If I were a wise man I would I do my part. Yet what I can I give Him give my heart. In the bleak midwinter frosty winds made 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