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.