Winds Through the Olive Trees

1. Winds through the olive trees,
Softly did blow.
‘Round little Bethlehem,
Long, long ago.

2. Sheep on the hillsides lay
White as the 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 His manger bed
Cradled we know,
Christ came to Bethlehem
Long, long ago.