In The Bleak Midwinter

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 midwinter, long ago. 

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 can I give Him? Give my heart.