Ring my sailor home!
The lighthouse in the harbor
Burns clear, and keen, and still;
But a sound is in the village,
A voice is on the hill:
The voice of distant surges,
And he is on the sea—
Good Christmas bells, I pray you
Ring him back to me!
Ring my sailor home!
The lighthouse in the harbor
Burns clear, and keen, and still;
But a sound is in the village,
A voice is on the hill:
The voice of distant surges,
And he is on the sea—
Good Christmas bells, I pray you
Ring him back to me!