Letras
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.
Sages from foreign lands
journeyed afar
guided by heavens own bright
gleaming star
bells as the camels plod
softly do ring
to tell of a holy search
quest for a king
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.
Winds through the olive trees,
Softly did blow.
'Round little Bethlehem,
Long, long ago.