In The Bleak Mid-winter
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 Only His Mother
In Her Maiden Bliss
Worshipped The Beloved
With A Kiss

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 My Heart

In The Bleak Mid-winter
Frosty Wind Made Moan
Earth Stood Hard As Iron
Water Like A Stone
If I Were A Wise Man
I Would Do My Part
Yet What I Can I Give Him?
Give My Heart