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