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Paroles : 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 on snow
In the bleak midwinter long, long ago

Angels and archangels may have traveled there
Cherubim and Seraphim thronged the air
But only His mother in her maiden bliss
Worshiped the Beloved with a kiss
Oh, what can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb
And if I were a wise man, I would do my part
But what I can, I give Him, give him my heart
All I can, I give him, give him my hеart