It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)

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

Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing

And ever o'er its babel sounds

The blessed angels sing

O ye

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

O rest beside the weary road

And hear the angels sing

And hear the angels sing