In the Bleak Midwinter
DAVID FINDLAY, N TRADITIONAL
In the bleak midwinter
Stormy winds may blow
Earth tood hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen snow on snow
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 shelter
I would bring a lamb
If I were a wise man
I would do my part
What can I give him
Give my heart
Snow had fallen snow on snow
Snow on, snow on, snow
In the bleak midwinter
Long, long ago