Long, Long Ago

Winds through 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.