A frosty Christmas Eve, when the stars where shining, 冷若冰霜的圣诞前夕，当其中闪耀的星星，

I traveled for the home, where westward falls the hill. 我跑遍了家，在那里向西落在山上。

And for many, many a village, in the darkness of the valley, 而对于许多人来说，许多村庄，在山谷的黑暗，

distant music reached me, peels of bells were ringing. 遥远的音乐达到了我，铃铛皮被敲响。

   

Then spread my thoughts to olden times, to that first of Christmases 然后传到我的想法从古至今，到第一个圣诞节的

when shepherds who were watching, heard music in the fields. 当有牧羊人谁在看，听到音乐中的字段。

And they sat there and they marveled, and they knew they could not tell 他们坐在那里，他们惊奇，他们知道他们不能告诉

whether it were angels, or the bright stars a singing. 无论是天使，或者明亮的星星唱歌。

   

But to me heard a far, it was starry music, 但对我来说听到远方，那是星光灿烂的音乐，

the singing of the angels, the comfort of our Lord. 天使的歌声，我们的主的安慰。

Words of old that come a traveling, by the riches of the times, 老的话来行驶，被时代的财富，

and I softly listened, as I stood upon the hill. 我轻轻地听着，因为我站在山上。

And I softly listened, as I stood upon the hill. 我轻轻地听着，因为我站在山上。