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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,
Singing their songs of joy,
Long, long ago
For in a manger bed,
Cradled we know,
Christ came to Bethlehem,
Long, long ago.

Author Unknown


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Midi used with permission from
Yuko Ohigashi