In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow on snow had fallen, snow on snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter, long and long ago
Angels and archangels may have gathered here
Cherubim and seraphim rising in the air
But a princess only, in her maiden bliss
Worshiped her beloved with a heartfelt kiss
Heaven cannot hold me, nor can earth sustain
Heaven and earth shall fall away when I come to reign!
(Can you save this heart of ice?)
But what can I give you, empty as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb
If I were a wise man, I would do my part
Yet what can I give you: I must give my heart.
