At Christmas time in the steeple high
The bells would proudly ring
To tell the world of the joy and cheer
That Christmas day would bringBut one little bell in the steeple high
Could only hang alone and cry
No matter how he tried and tried
Poor little thing he couldn't ring at allAll the other bells in the steeple high
Saw all his lonely tears
And watched him try his best to ring
Each Christmas through the yearsBut the little blue bell in the steeple tall
Just cried when Christmas came to call
For like I said, in spite of all,
Poor little thing he couldn't ring at allOne Christmas eve in the steeple high
An angel did appear.
She smiled and said to the little blue bell,
"I've come to dry your tears."And on that night so the story's told
She changed the little blue bell to the purest gold
With the richest tone to hold and hold,
Proud little thing, just hear him ring.