Winds Through the Olive Trees

1. Winds through the Olive Trees,
Softly did blow.
Round little Bethlehem,
Long, long ago.

2. Sheep o the hillside lay
Whiter than snow,
Shepherds were watching them,
Long, long ago.

3. Then from the happy skies
Angels bent low,
Singing their songs of joy;
Long, long ago.

4. For in a manger bed
Cradled we know,
Christ came to Bethlehem
Long, long ago.