گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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 on the air;
But his mother mary, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss
Heaven cannot hold him, nor can earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign
What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a wise man, I would do my part;
Yet what can I give him I would give my heart
Yet what can I give him I would give my heart
