Brenda Lee - The angel and the little blue bell

^GAt Christmas ^D7time in the ^Gsteeple ^Chigh The ^Gbells would ^D7proudly ^Gring

To ^Ctell the world of the ^Gjoy and cheer That ^A7Christmas day would ^D7bring

But ^Cone little bell in the ^Gsteeple high Could ^D7only pain ^Galone and cry

No matter ^Chow he’d ^Gtry and ^Ctry ^GPoor little thing ^D7he couldn't ring at ^Gall

All the other ^D7bells in the ^Gsteeple ^Chigh Saw ^Gall his ^D7lonely ^Gtears

And ^Cwatched him try his ^Gbest to ring ^A7Each Christmas through the ^D7years

But ^Cthe little blue bell in the ^Gsteeple toll Just ^D7pride from Christmas ^Gcame to call

For like I ^Csaid in ^Gspite of ^Call ^GPoor little thing ^D7he couldn't ring at ^Gall

One Christmas ^D7Eve in the ^Gsteeple ^Chigh An ^Gangle ^D7did ^Gappear

She ^Csmiled and said to the ^Glittle blue bell ^A7I've come to dry yours ^D7tears

And ^Con that night so the ^Gstory's told She ^D7changed the little blue bell to the ^Gpurest gold

With the richest ^Ctone to ^Ghold and ^Chold ^GProud little thing ^D7just hear him r-in^Gg