O Little Town of Bethlehem / Joy to the World / White Christmas - Frank Sinatra, Георг Фридрих Гендель, Ирвинг Берлин

O little town of Bethlehem

How still we see thee lie

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep

The silent stars go by

Yet in thy dark streets shineth

The everlasting Light

The hopes and fears of all the years

Are met in thee tonight

Joy to the world, the Lord is come!

Let earth receive her King;

Let every heart prepare Him room,

And Heaven and nature sing,

And Heaven and nature sing,

And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,

Just like the ones I used to know.

Where the tree-tops glisten,

And children listen

To hear sleighbells in the snow.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,

With every Christmas card I write,

«May your days be merry and bright,

And may all your Home, home on the range,

Where the deer and the antelope play

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,

And the skies are not cloudy all day be white».

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,

Just like the ones I used to know.

Where the tree-tops glisten,

And children listen

To hear sleighbells in the snow.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,

With every Christmas card I write,

«May your days be merry and bright,

And may all your Christmases be white».