When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, And etched on vacant places Are half-forgotten faces Of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.
当圣诞钟声在雪地上回荡， 我们听到甜美的声音从很久以前的土地上响起， 蚀刻在空旷的地方 被遗忘的脸 我们曾经珍惜的朋友，我们曾经知道的爱。