Sarah McLachlan — In the Bleak Mid-Winter

In the bleak midwinter Frosty winds 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 Angels and archangels May have gathered there Cherubim and Seraphim Thronged the air; But His mother only In her maiden bliss Worshiped the Beloved With a kiss Oh, What can I give Him Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd Would I bring a lamb? If I were a wise man Would I do my part Yet what I can I give Him - Give my heart In the bleak midwinter Frosty winds made moan Earth stood hard as iron Water like a stone; If I were a wise man Would I do my part? Yet what I can I give Him - Give my heart