In the bleak midwinter,
stormy wind made moan,
earth stood hard as iron,
water like a stone;
snow had fallen,
snow on snow,
snow on snow, on snow,
in the bleak midwinter,
long, long ago.
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 can I give him:
give him my heart.
Snow had fallen, snow on snow.
Snow on snow, on snow.
In the bleak midtwinter,
long, long ago.

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