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DE win' is blowin' wahmah, An' hit's blowin' f'om de bay; Dey's a so't o' mist a-risin' All erlong de meddah way; Dey ain't a hint o' frostin' On de groun' ner in de sky, An' dey ain't no use in hopin' Dat de snow'll 'mence to fly. It's goin' to be a green Christmas, An' sad de day fu' me. I wish dis was de las' one Dat evah I should see. Dey's dancin' in de cabin, Dey's spahkin' by de tree; But dancin' times an' spahkin' Are all done pas' fu' me. Dey's feastin' in de big house, Wid all de windahs wide-- Is dat de way fu' people To meet de Christmas-tide? It's goin' to be a green Christmas, No mattah what you say. Dey's us dat will remembah An' grieve de comin' day. Dey's des a bref o' dampness A-clingin' to my cheek; De aih's been dahk an' heavy An' threatenin' fu' a week, But not wid signs o' wintah, Dough wintah'd seem so deah-- De wintah's out o' season, An' Christmas eve is hyeah. It's goin' to be a green Christmas, An' oh, how sad de day! Go ax de hongry chu'chya'd, An' see what hit will say. Dey's Allen on de hillside, An' Marfy in de plain; Fu' Christmas was like springtime, An' come wid sun an' rain. Dey's Ca'line, John, an' Susie, Wid only dis one lef'; An' now de curse is comen' Wid murder in hits bref. It's goin' to be a green Christmas-- Des hyeah my words an' see: Befo' de summah beckons Dey's many'll weep wid me.Bells over Bethlehem pealing God's sacred presence revealing There in a cradle resting Jesus, the earth's richest blessing The bells The bells of Bethlehem Are ringing out the tidings, "Good will to all men!" Leave your sheep and come O shepherds Presents bring the Babe so lowly Shepherds if you will but hasten Mary the beautiful Virgin May grant that you may be keeping Watch o'er the dear Baby Sleeping.. The bells The bells of Bethlehem Are ringing out the tidings, "Good will to all men!" Leave your sheep and come O shepherds Presents bring the Babe so lowly
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