O Little Town of Bethlehem

(traditional first verse)

O little town of BETHlehem

How still w-e see thee lie

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep

The si-le-ent stars go by

While Brooklynites packed UP to go

To live with lit-tle snow

Those there already raised their heads

And said don’t take our beds

 

Now towering walls ARE blocking

Their just and righteous fight

The hopes and fears of all the years

Are smol- der-ing tonight

No palaces has PALestine

Its water and fine wine

And olive trees are occupied

Her side of the gre-en line

 

For Palestine imPRI-is-oned

is locked behind strong walls

Amer-i-cans sleep, their taxes keep

Big guns on stolen land

 

Oh good folk come together

Proclaim that this must end

And limits set for all to get

Peace in this Holy Land.

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