Song | I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day |
Artist | Carpenters |
Album | An Old Fashioned Christmas |
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Written:Edward B.Marks/Longfellow | |
I heard the bells on Christmas day | |
Their old familiar carols play, | |
And wild and sweet the words repeat | |
Of peace on earth, good will to men. | |
I thought how, as the day had come, | |
The belfries of all Christendom | |
Had rolled along th' unbroken song | |
Of peace on earth, good will to men. | |
And in despair I bowed my head | |
'There is no peace on earth,' I said, | |
'For hate is strong and mocks the song | |
Of peace on earth, good will to men.' | |
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: | |
'God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; | |
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail | |
With peace on earth, good will to men.' | |
Till ringing, singing on its way | |
The world revolved from night to day, | |
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime | |
Of peace on earth, good will to men. |
Written: Edward B. Marks Longfellow | |
I heard the bells on Christmas day | |
Their old familiar carols play, | |
And wild and sweet the words repeat | |
Of peace on earth, good will to men. | |
I thought how, as the day had come, | |
The belfries of all Christendom | |
Had rolled along th' unbroken song | |
Of peace on earth, good will to men. | |
And in despair I bowed my head | |
' There is no peace on earth,' I said, | |
' For hate is strong and mocks the song | |
Of peace on earth, good will to men.' | |
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: | |
' God is not dead, nor doth He sleep | |
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail | |
With peace on earth, good will to men.' | |
Till ringing, singing on its way | |
The world revolved from night to day, | |
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime | |
Of peace on earth, good will to men. |
Written: Edward B. Marks Longfellow | |
I heard the bells on Christmas day | |
Their old familiar carols play, | |
And wild and sweet the words repeat | |
Of peace on earth, good will to men. | |
I thought how, as the day had come, | |
The belfries of all Christendom | |
Had rolled along th' unbroken song | |
Of peace on earth, good will to men. | |
And in despair I bowed my head | |
' There is no peace on earth,' I said, | |
' For hate is strong and mocks the song | |
Of peace on earth, good will to men.' | |
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: | |
' God is not dead, nor doth He sleep | |
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail | |
With peace on earth, good will to men.' | |
Till ringing, singing on its way | |
The world revolved from night to day, | |
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime | |
Of peace on earth, good will to men. |