In a Bleak Mid Winter

In a Bleak Mid Winter - Sarah McLachlan (莎拉·麥克拉克蘭)

In the bleak midwinter frost 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;

But his mother only in her maiden bliss

Worshiped 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 would I do my part;

Yet what I can I give him: give my heart

In the bleak midwinter frost wind made moan

Earth stood hard as iron water like a stone;

If I were a Wise Man would I do my part;

Yet what I can I give him: give my heart