Gretchen Peters
Gretchen Peters
Gretchen Peters
Gretchen Peters
Gretchen Peters
Gretchen Peters
Gretchen Peters
Gretchen Peters
Gretchen Peters
Gretchen Peters
Gretchen Peters
Gretchen Peters
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind 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 bliss
Worshiped the beloved with a kiss
Oh 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 I can I give him: give my heart
In The Bleak Midwinter was written by Traditional.
In The Bleak Midwinter was produced by Barry Walsh & Gretchen Peters.