In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron Water like a stone
Snow had fallen Snow on 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 give a lamb If I were a wise man I would do my part Yet what I can I give him Give him my heart
Snow had fallen Snow on snow on snow Snow on snow on snow In the bleak midwinter Long, long ago