LONG, LONG AGO
        Author Unknown

        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,
        Singing their songs of joy,
        Long, long ago.

        For in a manger bed,
        Cradled we know,
        Christ came to Bethlehem,
        Long, long ago.



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