Frank Sinatra, Jr. - The Bells of Christmas (Greensleeves) Lyrics

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The Bells of Christmas (Greensleeves)

The Bells of Christmas (Greensleeves) Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Bells of Christmas (Greensleeves) By Frank Sinatra, Jr.?
The bells, the bells, ringing everywhere for the sound of Christmas is in the air,
The bells, the bells, from the steeple above, telling us it's the season of love, Ring out, let the tale be told that inspires the dream of the young and old, Love, love, let your hearts unfold, for the bells of Christmas are ringing. The bells, the bells, on a wintry night, with the friendly fire burning warm and bright, The bells, the bells, on the steeple above, telling us it's the season of love. Ring out, let the tale be told, that inspires the dream of the young and old, Love, love, let your hearts unfold, for the bells of Christmas are ringing. The bells, the bells, they've been here and now, to a world that almost forgotten how The bells, the bells, from the steeple above, telling us it's the season of love. Ring out, let the tale be told that inspires the dream of the young and old, Love, love, let your hearts unfold, for the bells of Christmas are ringing. The bells of Christmas are ringing. |
Who Wrote The Bells of Christmas (Greensleeves) By Frank Sinatra, Jr.?
Sammy Cahn, Jimmy Van Heusen
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What's The Duration Of The The Bells of Christmas (Greensleeves) By Frank Sinatra, Jr.?The duration of The Bells of Christmas (Greensleeves) is 3:41 minutes and seconds. |
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