In the bleak midwinter
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 midwinter
Long ago

Enough for him, whom Cherubim
Worship night and day
A breast full of milk
And a manger full of hay
Enough for him, whom angels
Fall down before

The ox, ass and camel
Which adore

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air
(Ding dong, ding dong)
But his mother only
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Beloved with a kiss
(Ding ding dong dong, ding ding dong dong)
(Ding ding dong dong, ding ding dong)
(Ahhh)

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
Give my heart