Winds through the olive trees Softly did blow Round little Bethlehem Long, long ago. Sheep on the hillside lay Whiter than snow; Shepherds were watching them, Long, long ago. Then from the happy sky, 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CITY VIGNETTE: DAWN by SARA TEASDALE |