| Song | I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day |
| Artist | Carpenters |
| Album | An Old Fashioned Christmas |
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| Written:Edward B.Marks/Longfellow | |
| I heard the bells on Christmas day | |
| Their old familiar carols play, | |
| And wild and sweet the words repeat | |
| Of peace on earth, good will to men. | |
| I thought how, as the day had come, | |
| The belfries of all Christendom | |
| Had rolled along th' unbroken song | |
| Of peace on earth, good will to men. | |
| And in despair I bowed my head | |
| 'There is no peace on earth,' I said, | |
| 'For hate is strong and mocks the song | |
| Of peace on earth, good will to men.' | |
| Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: | |
| 'God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; | |
| The wrong shall fail, the right prevail | |
| With peace on earth, good will to men.' | |
| Till ringing, singing on its way | |
| The world revolved from night to day, | |
| A voice, a chime, a chant sublime | |
| Of peace on earth, good will to men. |
| Written: Edward B. Marks Longfellow | |
| I heard the bells on Christmas day | |
| Their old familiar carols play, | |
| And wild and sweet the words repeat | |
| Of peace on earth, good will to men. | |
| I thought how, as the day had come, | |
| The belfries of all Christendom | |
| Had rolled along th' unbroken song | |
| Of peace on earth, good will to men. | |
| And in despair I bowed my head | |
| ' There is no peace on earth,' I said, | |
| ' For hate is strong and mocks the song | |
| Of peace on earth, good will to men.' | |
| Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: | |
| ' God is not dead, nor doth He sleep | |
| The wrong shall fail, the right prevail | |
| With peace on earth, good will to men.' | |
| Till ringing, singing on its way | |
| The world revolved from night to day, | |
| A voice, a chime, a chant sublime | |
| Of peace on earth, good will to men. |
| Written: Edward B. Marks Longfellow | |
| I heard the bells on Christmas day | |
| Their old familiar carols play, | |
| And wild and sweet the words repeat | |
| Of peace on earth, good will to men. | |
| I thought how, as the day had come, | |
| The belfries of all Christendom | |
| Had rolled along th' unbroken song | |
| Of peace on earth, good will to men. | |
| And in despair I bowed my head | |
| ' There is no peace on earth,' I said, | |
| ' For hate is strong and mocks the song | |
| Of peace on earth, good will to men.' | |
| Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: | |
| ' God is not dead, nor doth He sleep | |
| The wrong shall fail, the right prevail | |
| With peace on earth, good will to men.' | |
| Till ringing, singing on its way | |
| The world revolved from night to day, | |
| A voice, a chime, a chant sublime | |
| Of peace on earth, good will to men. |