In The Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan earth stood hard as iron water like a stone snow had fallen snow on snow on snow in the bleak midwinter long long ago Angels and arc-angels may have gathered there cherubim and seraphim thronged the air but only his mother in her maiden bliss worshiped the beloved with a kiss What can I give him poor as I am if I were a sheperd I would give a lamb if I were a wise man I would do my part but what I can I give him give him my heart give him my heart