O lit tle town of (Bb)Beth le hem, how (F)still we (C)see thee (F)lie!
A bove thy (D)deep and (Gm)dream less sleep the (F)si lent stars (C7)go (F)by.
Yet in thy dark (G#dim7)streets (A)shin
eth the (Dm)ev er last (Gm)ing (A)light.
The (F)hopes and fears of (Bb)all the (Gm)years are (C7)met in thee to (F)night.
For Christ is born of (Bb)Mar le y; and (F)gath er’d (C)all a (F)bove,
while mor tals (D)sleep, the (Gm)an gels keep their (F)watch of won (C7)d’ring (F)love.
O morn ing stars, (G#dim7)to (A)geth
er pro (Dm)claim the ho (Gm)ly (A)birth!
And (F)prais es sing to (Bb)God the (Gm)King, and (C7)peace to all on (F)Earth.
How (F)el!
This page shows “O Little Town Of Bethlehem” by Phillips Brooks in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of Bb at 100 BPM, a slightly more challenging arrangement — practice each phrase slowly first.