Falling sweet upon the ear,
Telling you and me
That the thorn and rose are wed,
That night holds in store the dawn,
And till hope and trust are dead
Glad and sad will jingle on,
Jingle, jingle on!
Falling sweet upon the ear,
Telling you and me
That the thorn and rose are wed,
That night holds in store the dawn,
And till hope and trust are dead
Glad and sad will jingle on,
Jingle, jingle on!