| At Christmas time so long ago,
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| The winds were blowing high and low;
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| A little green fir tree grew by the Inn,
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| A little fir tree straight and slim.
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| «Noel, Noel!» |
| the Angels sang,
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| «Noel, Noel! |
| Goodwill to man.»
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| A little green fir tree grew by the Inn,
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| A little green fir tree straight and slim.
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| And looking up, across the night,
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| The fir tree saw the Star so bright.
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| The little fir tree wondered why
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| The star was moving in the sky.
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| The star shone over Bethlehem,
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| Over the stable inn, and then;
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| The little green fir tree shone with light,
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| Lit by the star that wintry night.
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| The fir tree shone so long ago;
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| And still in winter’s frost and snow,
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| The little green fir tree comes each year
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| To bring us joy and Christmas cheer. |