In the bleak midwinter, stormy wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow on snow.
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
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;
What I can I give him?
Give my heart.
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