(J. Marks)
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[Recorded June 16, 1964, Los Angeles]
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I heard the bells on Christmas day
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Their old familiar carols play,
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And wild and sweet the words repeat
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Of peace on earth, good will to men.
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I thought how, as the day had come,
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The belfries of all Christendom
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Had rolled along th' unbroken song
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Of peace on earth, good will to men.
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And in despair I bowed my head
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"There is no peace on earth," I said,
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"For hate is strong and mocks the song
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Of peace on earth, good will to men."
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Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
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"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
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The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
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With peace on earth, good will to men."
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Till ringing, singing on its way
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The world revolved from night to day,
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A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
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Of peace on earth, good will to men.
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I Heard The Bells On Chrsitmas Day
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| Frank Sinatra |
