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It came upon the midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold
To touch their harps of gold
To touch their harps of gold
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Happy holiday
Happy holiday
While the merry bells keep ringing
May your every wish come true
Happy holiday
Happy holiday
May the calendar keep bringing
Happy holidays to you
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The first noel, the angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night that was so deep
Noel, noel
Noel, noel
Born is the king of Israel
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Little Jesus, sweetly sleep, do not stir
We will lend a coat of fur
We will rock you, rock you, rock you
We will rock you, rock you, rock you
See the fur to keep you warm
Snugly 'round your tiny form
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O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight
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Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
Gloria, in excelsis Deo
Gloria, in excelsis Deo
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How I miss that old-fashioned Christmas
Carols being sung by the tree
Window's candlelight shining bright
For the whole world to see
Children's eyes of sweet expectations
Wondering what each present will hold
Lying in their beds and impatient
On long Christmas Eves of old
It used to be that all the family
Would gather for this one night
It used to be that special feeling
Shared together knowing
Christmas was here
One night a year
How I miss that old-fashioned Christmas
Memories that last through the years
Call me sentimental, don't mind if you do
I wish an old fashioned Christmas to you
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Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
For no matter how far away you roam
When you long for the sunshine of a friendly gaze
For the holidays you can't beat home, sweet home
I met a man who lives in Tennessee and he was heading for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks are travelling down to Dixie's sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific, gee, the traffic is terrific
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
If you want to be happy in a million ways
For the holidays you can't beat home, sweet home
I met a man who lives in Tennessee and he was heading for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks are travelling down to Dixie's sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific, gee, the traffic is terrific
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
If you want to be happy in a million ways
For the holidays you can't beat home, sweet home
For the holidays you can't beat home, sweet home
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Little alter boy, I wonder could you pray for me?
Little alter boy, for I have gone astray
What must I do, to be holy like you?
Little alter boy, oh let me hear you pray
Little alter boy, I wonder could you ask our lord
Ask him, alter boy, to take my sins away
What must I do, to be holy like you?
Little alter boy, please let me hear you pray
Lift up your voice and send a prayer above
Help me rejoice and fill that prayer with love
Now I know my life has been all wrong
Lift up your voice and help a sinner be strong
Little alter boy, I wonder could you pray for me?
Could you tell our lord I'm going to change my way today?
What must I do, to be holy like you?
Little alter boy, oh let me hear you pray
Little alter boy, please let me hear you pray
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Do You Hear What I Hear?
ALBUM · An Old - Fashioned Chritsmas (1984)
LYRICS Said the night wind to the little lamb,
’do you see what I see?
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
Do you see what I see?
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite,
With a tail as big as a kite’
Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,
’do you hear what I hear?
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,
Do you hear what I hear?
A song, a song high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea,
With a voice as big as the sea’
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,
’do you hear what I hear?
In your palace warm, mighty king,
Do you hear what I hear?
A child, a child shivers in the cold--
Let us bring him silver and gold,
Let us bring him silver and gold’
Said the king to the people everywhere,
’listen to what I say!
Pray for peace, people, everywhere,
Listen to what I say!
The child, the child sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light,
He will bring us goodness and light’
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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudel
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wing
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eye lashes
Silver white winters that melt into spring
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wing
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eye lashes
Silver white winters that melt into spring
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
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Born in a stable, he came here for me
Born of a virgin, he came here for me
God's only son, come to set the world free
Born of god's love, and he came here for me
Saviour of the world, I praise thee
Jesus, lamb of god, I pray to thee hear me
As I praise thy birth bend down thy ear
And hear my prayer
Over a stable a star shone so bright
Guiding three wise men who rode through the night
He was called baby Jesus, he came here for me
Born to this world then he died here for me
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So you better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list
And checking it twice
Going to find out
Who's naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
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Maybe it's much too early in the game
Ah but I thought I'd ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year's
New Year's Eve?
Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year
New Year's Eve
Maybe I'm crazy to suppose
I'd ever be the one you chose
Out of a thousand invitations
You received
Ah but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year's
New Year's Eve?
Maybe I'm crazy to suppose
I'd ever be the one you chose
Out of a thousand invitations
You received
Ah but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year's
New Year's Eve?
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I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men
I thought how as the day had come
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men
And in despair I bowed my head
There is no peace on earth, I said
For hate s strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep
God is not dead nor doth he sleep
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men
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