1.  A Christmas Song

Winds through the olive trees

Softly did blow

Round little Bethlehem

Long, long ago.

Sheep on the hillsides lay

White as the snow;

Shepherds were watching them

Long, long ago.

Then from the happy skies

Angels bent low,

Singing their songs of joy

Long, long ago.

For, in his manger bed

Cradled, we know,

Christ came to Bethlehem

Long, long ago.

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