Long years ago, on a deep winter night. 龙年以前，在一个隆冬的夜晚。

High in the heavens, a star shone bright. 高在天上，星照明亮。

While in the manger, a wee baby lay. 而在马槽里，凌晨躺在婴儿。

Sweetly asleep, on a bed of hay. 甜甜入睡，在床上干草。

Jesus our Lord, was that baby so small. 我们的主耶稣，是宝宝这么小。

Lay down to sleep, in a humble stall. 躺下睡觉，在一个不起眼的摊位。

Then came the star, and it stood over head. 随后而来的明星，它站在了头。

Shedding its light, 'round his little head. 脱落的光芒， “圆了他的小脑袋。

Dear baby Jesus, how tiny thou art. 亲爱的宝贝，耶稣，多么渺小何许人。

I'll make a place, for thee in my heart. 我会在我的心脏使一个地方，你用的。

And when the stars, in the heavens I see. 而当明星，在我看见天。

Ever and always, I'd think of thee... 永远永远，我倒是觉得你的...