At times a dream comes o'er us
Of childhood's days so dear,
We hear sweet voices calling;
Their magic charms our ear.
O Christmas cheer, o blissful tide,
Thou tellst of love and thou biddest grief depart!
Thy coming enchanted the infant's heart!

Fond boyhood's years they vanished;
The youth he longed to roam,
With life he fain would wrestle,
Far lay his native home.
O Christmas cheer, o blissful tide,
Thou tellst of love and thou biddest grief depart!
Thy joys filled with longing the youth's fond heart!

The youth has grown to manhood,
Has tasted grief and joy,
Yet he recalls those strains he sang
When he was once a boy;
O Christmas cheer, o blissful tide,
Thou tellst of love and thou biddest grief depart!
Thy coming delights still the manly heart!
O Christmas cheer, thy joys recall
The days of childhood dear!
Of childhood dear!