Church bells chiming,
Carols in the air,
Thanksgiving hymns sung all around,
Home in my beloved village
At Christmas time
All get spiritual, more devout.
All the people
With love deeper,
Fall on their knees and keep praying,
In my beloved little village
The Messiah
Would always bring us rejoicing.
Towards the church
In long queues march
The young and the old together,
In my beloved little village
With thankful prayers
To God, our Lord, the holy father.
As if down here,
God was so near,
His sacred grace would whisper, fly,
In my beloved little village
All the people’s hearts
Are filled with pure love day and night.