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O little town of Bethlehem,
the Southern Cross looks down, As once a star shone bright and clear above an Eastern town, The hearts of Bethlehem are cold, the streets are hushed with snow, The doors are locked, there is no room, dear Lord, where will you go? Oh come sweet Jesus, come to us, New Zealand's shores are warm, And here are loving hearts enough To shield you from the storm. Come we will give you all we have, Each bird and flower and tree The breeze that stirs the mountain tops (I'm not sure here??) The music of the sea. |
This is a variant the old carol by Philip BrooksO little town of Bethlehem,
how still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
the silent stars go by...
And I think the tune has been altered a bit too.
If you can send me information on the tune, that phrase I am not sure of, I would appreciate it.
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