Текст Sarah McLachlan – In A 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.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there.
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air.
But His mother only, in her maiden’s bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

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.

In the bleak midwinter frosty winds made moan.
Earth stood hard as iron. Water like a stone.
If I were a wise man, would I do my part?
Yet what can I give Him? Give my heart.