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