Oh, little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shine The everlasting
(Phillips Brooks (1835-1893), 1868) O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by;
Превод: Дилан, Боб. О малом граду Витлејему.
: (Phillips Brooks (1835-1893), 1868) O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go
(Phillips Brooks (1835-1893), 1868) O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by
