In A Bleak Mid Winter
Sarah McLachlan -In the Bleak Mid-Winter
Written by ：Traditional/Sarah McLachlan/Pierre Marchand
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 mid winter 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 would I 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 mid winter frosty winds 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