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 how he?d 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 toll Just pride from Christmas came 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 hold and hold   Proud little thing  just hear him r-ing