Long, Long Ago

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