Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
Dan Fogelberg
In the bleak mid-winter, the frosty wind did moan
The earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow had fallen softly, snow on snow on snow
In the bleak mid-winter, oh so long ago
Our God, heaven cannot hold Him nor the earth sustain
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign
In the bleak mid-winter a stable place sufficed
For the Lord almighty, Jesus Christ
Oh what can I give Him, woeful as I am
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb
If I were a wiseman, oh I would do my part
Yet, what can I give Him
I will give my heart
Oh what can I give Him
I will give my heart