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 skies
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