In The Bleak Mid-Winter

In the bleak mid-winterFrosty wind made moanEarth stood hard as ironWater like a stoneSnow had fallen, snow on snowSnow on snowIn the bleak mid-winterLong ago Angels and archangelsMay have gathered thereCherubim and seraphimThronged the airBut only his motherIn her maiden blissWorshipped the belovedWith a kiss What can I give himPoor as I am?If I were a shepherdI would bring a lambIf I were a wise manI would do my partYet what I can I give himGive my heart In the bleak mid-winterFrosty wind made moanEarth stood hard as ironWater like a stoneIf I were a wise manI would do my partYet what I can I give him?Give my heart