A frosty Christmas Eve
When the stars where shining
I traveled forth alone
Where westward falls the hill
And for many, many a village
In the darkness of the valley
Distant music reached me
Peals of bells were ringing
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Then sped 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 were angels
Or the bright stars a-singing
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But to me heard afar
It was starry music
The singing of the angels
The comfort of our Lord
Words of old that come a-traveling
By the riches of the times
And I softly listened
As I stood upon the hill
And I softly listened
As I stood upon the hill