In the Bleak Midwinter

Gabrielle Aplin、Hannah Grace - In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter

Frosty winds 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

Oh 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

I will give my heart

In the bleak midwinter

Frosty winds made moan

Earth stood hard as iron

Water like a stone