Ooo
Still, Still, Still,
One can hear the falling snow.
For all is hushed, the world is spleeping.
Holy Star, its vigil keeping.
Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.
Sleep, sleep, sleep
'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.
The Night is peaceful all around you
Close your eyes let sleep surround you
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.
Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.
While guardian angels without number
Watch you as you sweetly slumber
Dream dream dream
Of the joyous day to come.

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