Noel: Christmas Eve, 1913 - John Denver

A frosty

Christmas Eve

When the stars

Where shining

I traveled

For the home

Where westward

Falls the hill

And for many

Many a village

In the darkness

Of the valley

Distant music

Reached me

Peels of bells

Were ringing

Then spread

My thoughts

To olden times

To that first

Of Christmases

When shepherds

Who were watching

Heard music

In the fields

And they sat there

And they marveled

And they knew

They could not

Tell whether

It were angels

Or

The bright stars

A singing

But to me

Heard a far

It was

Starry music

The singing

Of the angels

The comfort

Of our Lord

Words

Of old that come

A traveling

By the riches

Of the times

And I

Softly listened

As I stood

Upon the hill

And I

Softly listened

As I stood

Upon the hill