Yet to our friends the closer,
As time creeps on, we cling.
May health and joy, and peace be thine
Upon this Christmas day,
And happy faces round thee shine
As plenteous as the flowers in May.
O bright be the day
Sweet echoes resounding,
Yet to our friends the closer,
As time creeps on, we cling.
May health and joy, and peace be thine
Upon this Christmas day,
And happy faces round thee shine
As plenteous as the flowers in May.
O bright be the day
Sweet echoes resounding,