G D7 G C At Christmas time in the steeple highG D7 G The bells would proudly ringC G To tell the world of the joy and cheerA7 D7 That Christmas day would bringC G But one little bell in the steeple highD7 G Could only pain alone and cryC G C No matter how he’d try and tryG D7 G Poor little thing he couldn't ring at allD7 G C All the other bells in the steeple highG D7 G Saw all his lonely tearsC G And watched him try his best to ringA7 D7 Each Christmas through the yearsC G But the little blue bell in the steeple tollD7 G Just pride from Christmas came to callC G C For like I said in spite of allG D7 G Poor little thing he couldn't ring at allD7 G C One Christmas Eve in the steeple highG D7 G An angle did appearC G She smiled and said to the little blue bellA7 D7 I've come to dry yours tearsC G And on that night so the story's toldD7 G She changed the little blue bell to the purest goldC G C With the richest tone to hold and holdG D7 G Proud little thing just hear him r-ing
The Angel And The Little Blue Bell
Brenda Lee
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