 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 All The Listings Of My Pages Are In The
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