Winds through the olive trees, Softly did blow. 'Round little Bethlehem, Long, long ago. Sheep on the hillsides lay Whiter than snow, Shepherds were watching them, Long, long ago. Then from the happy skies 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. Winds through the olive trees, Softly did blow. 'Round little Bethlehem, Long, long ago.