In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron Water like a stone Snow had fallen Snow on snow on snow In the bleak midwinter Long, long ago
Angels and arc-angels May have gathered there Cherubim and seraphim Thronged the air But only his mother In her maiden bliss Worshiped the beloved With a kiss
What can I give him Poor as I am If I were a sheperd I would give a lamb If I were a wise man I would do my part But what I can I give him Give my heart Give my heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
