Bing Crosby Follow

It came upon the midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From angels bending near the Earth
To touch their harps of gold

Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heaven's all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing

Still through the cloven skies
They come
With peaceful wings unfurl
And still

Their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing

Oh yeah
Beneath life's crushing load
Whose forms are bending low
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow

Look now
For glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing
Oh, rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hastening on
By prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years
Shall come the time foretold

When the new heaven and earth
Shall own the prince of peace
Their King and the whole world
Send back the song
Which now the angels sing