| 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, Singin their songs of joy, Long, long ago. For in a manger bed, Cradled we know, Christ came to Bethlehem, Long, long ago. --Author Unknown |
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