In the Bleak Midwinter
Christina Rossetti / Gustav Holst / Ian Fraser / Jörgen Elofsson
In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow has fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter, long ago
Angels and archangels may have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim shone in the air
But only His mother, in her maiden bliss
Worshipped 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
If I were a wise man, I would do my part
But what I can I give Him
I give Him my heart
If I were a wise man, I would do my part
But what I can I give Him
I give Him my heart
My heart
I give Him my heart