(MacRae)      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 try his best to ring   Each Christmas through the years   But the little blue bell in the steeple tower   Just cried for Christmas pain to call   For like I said inspite of all   Poor little thing he couldn't ring at all.      One Christmas eve in the steeple high   An angel 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...