文本歌词

The Angel and the Little Blue Bell - Brenda Lee (布伦达·李)
At Christmas time
In the steeple high
The bells would proudly ring
To tell the world
Of the joy and cheer
That Christmas day would bring
But one little bell
In the steeple high
Could only pain alone and cry
No matter hard he try and try
Poor little thing
He couldn't ring at all
All the other bells
In the steeple high
Saw all his lonely tears
And watched him tried his best to ring
Each Christmas through the years
But the little blue bell
In the steeple tower
Just cry for Christmas pain to call
For like I said in spite of all
Poor little thing he couldn't ring at all
One Christmas eve
In the steeple high
An angle did appear
She smiled and said
To the little blue bell
I've come to dry yours tears
And on that night so the story's told
She changed the little
Blue bell to the purest gold
With the richest tone to whole and whole
Proud little thing just hear him ring