In the Bleak Midwinter

Valentine Wolfe
Valentine Wolfe


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 

Angels and archangels, May have gathered there 
Cherubim and seraphim, Thronged the air 
Only His mother, In her maiden bliss 
Worshipped the beloved, With a 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 
What can I give Him, Give my heart


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