The Church Bells Are Ringing

Snow on the steeple, lanterns aglow. Families walking through the fresh-fallen snow.

Candles in windows, hope in the air. A hush on the town as

the people draw near. And the old wooden door swing open wide.

Warm light spill into the cold outside. The church bells are ringing,

calling us home. Back to the manger, back to the throne.

Heaven is singing, the angels proclaim. Glory to God, Christ is born today.

Oh, the church bells are ringing. Ooh, ooh,

ooh, ooh. Children are whispering secrets of joy. Grandmas are smiling