Hark! Our sleigh bells ringing high o’er the hill,
Like snow fairies singing when earth is still.
Faster, ever faster flying with the wind,
Leave the laggards of our train to come behind.
How the wind is blowing cold in our ears,
Silently ‘tis snowing, rain’s frozen tears.
Faster, ever faster down the hill we go,
Caring naught for cold or wind or falling snow.
How the bells are saying, “Children, go home.”
So, no more delaying, Mother we come.
Faster, ever faster to our well-known door,
Father, Mother, here we are, safe home once more.
Extras for Plus Members
- Song with chords (PDF)
- MIDI file
- Listen to the song