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 traveled there Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air But 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 give a lamb If I were a wise man, I would do my part But what I can I give him? Give my heart
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