In the bleak mid- Winter
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 mid- Winter
Long
Enough for him whom cherubim
Worship night and day
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay
Enough for him whom angels
Fall down before
The ox and a*s and camel
Which adore
Angels and archangels
May have gathered there
Cherubim and serap him
Thronged the air
But not smile the only
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
Yet what I can I give him
Give my heart
Give
