|
 Winds thro' the
olive trees
Softly did blow,
Round little Bethlehem
Long,
long ago.
Sheep on the hillside lay
Whiter than
snow;
Shepherds were watching them,
Long, long
ago.
Then from the happy sky,
Angels bent low,
Singing
their songs of joy,
Long, long ago.
 For in a manger
bed,
Cradled we know,
Christ came to Bethlehem,
Long, long
ago.
--Author Unknown |
