Long, Long Ago
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Winds thro' the olive trees
Softly did blow
Round little Bethlehem
Long, long ago
Sleep on the hillside lay
Whither 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.
