Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # The Little Christ Is Coming Down The little Christ is coming down Across the fields of snow; The pine trees greet Him where they stand, The willows bend to kiss His hand, The mountain laurel is ablush In hidden nooks; the wind, ahush And tiptoe, lest the violets wake Before their time for His sweet sake; The stars, down dropping, form a crown Upon the waiting hills below-- The little Christ is coming down Across the fields of snow. The little Christ is coming down Across the city streets; The wind blows coldly from the north, His dimpled hands are stretching forth, And no one knows and no one cares, The priests are busy with their prayers, The jostling crowd hastes on apace, And no one sees the pleading face, None hears the cry as through the town He wanders with His small cold feet- The little Christ is coming down Across the city streets. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #