In the bleak midwinter
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 midwinter
Long, long ago

What can I give him
Poor as I am
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb

And if I were a wise man
I would do my part
Yet what can I give Him
Give Him my heart

I’ll give Him my heart
I’ll give Him my heart

And if I were a wise man
I would do my part
Yet what can I give Him
I’ll give Him my heart

I will give Him my heart