Letras
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
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
Yet what can I give Him?
Give Him my heart
Give Him my heart