A frosty Christmas Eve, and the stars where shining I headed for the home, where westward falls the hill And from many, many a village, in the darkness of the valley Distant music reached me, peels of bells were ringing
Then turned my thoughts to olden times, to that first of Christmases When shepherds who were watching, heard music in the fields And they sat there and they marveled, and they knew they could not tell Whether it was angels or the bright stars a-singing
[Incomprehensible], it was starry music The singing of the angels, the comfort of our Lord Words of old that come a traveling, to the riches of the times And I softly listened, as I stood upon the hill And I softly listened, as I stood upon the hillTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
