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 ago
Angels and Arc Angels May have traveled there Cherubim and Seraphim Thronged the air But only his Mother In her maiden's bliss Worshiped the beloved With a kiss
What can I give him? Poor as I am If I were a shepherd I would give a lamb If I were a wise man I would do my part But what I can I give to him Give him my heart What I can I give him Give him my heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
