Из альбома: Merry Christmas... Have A Nice Life
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 gathered there
cherubim and seraphim
thronged the air
but only his mother
in her maiden bliss
worshipped 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 him
give my heart
give him my heart