At Christmas time in the steeple high   The bells would proudly ring   To tell the world of the joy and cheer   That Christmas day would bring      But one little bell in the steeple high   Could only pain alone and cry   No matter hard he try and try   Poor little thing he couldn't ring at all      All the other bells in the steeple high   Saw all his lonely tears   And watched him tried his best to ring   Each Christmas through the years      But the little blue bell in the steeple tower   Just cry for Christmas pain to call   For like I said in spite of all   Poor little thing he couldn't ring at all      One Christmas eve in the steeple high   An angle did appear   She smiled and said to the little blue bell   I've come to dry yours tears      And on that night so the story's told   She changed the little blue bell to the purest gold   With the richest tone to whole and whole   Proud little thing, just hear him ring