Through valleys and mountains angels surrounded them As they travelled far as Heaven and home Rang out for the Savior, the sweet Prince of piece Lay majestically asleep glorious
sweetest lies are told So spread this virus and seek yourself You pursue it quite relentlessly when Sunday comes You'll raise hands to sing what a glorious
of Heaven Given as a ransom Reconciling God and man Christ, the mighty champion What a Savior, what a friend What a glorious mystery Once a babe in
a glorious sound? Hark the herald angels shout Hark, can you hear the angels sing? Glory to the new born King Hark, can you hear what a glorious sound
eyes again soon It's a glorious day And my lonely heart is tired again And I am Starved for her attention That's when Paula sparks OH... That's when Paula sparks a
A day, a day of glory! A day that ends our woe! A day that tells of triumph Against our vanquish'd foe! Yield, summer's brightest sunrise, To this December
The race that long in darkness pined, Have seen a glorious Light; The people dwell in day, who dwelt In death's surrounding night. To hail Thy rise,
I'd tell him a story t'would give his old heart a chill It's something that happened to me I'd say, Karl I recently stumbled Into a new family With two
like a Viking The mountains rise above the mist And the golden prince I've never kissed He may die tonight And why do I want to ride with The prince
rewritten as it happened. It was not a glorious victory for the British spirit, Nor an heroic defeat of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage
morn There was a blessed Messiah born. The night before that happy tide The noble Virgin and her guide Were long time seeking up and down To find a
an inch, No retreat when I'm wrapped up Respect from teachers, Red Necks And creatures who attack in a pack Like incensed never seen the light not before or Since a young prince
with deep sleep dusk Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood As the likeness of a poetic fact Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold "Thus the glorious
Through valleys and mountains Angels surrounded them As they travelled far As Heaven and Home Rang out for the Saviour The sweet Prince of piece Lay majestively Asleep glorious
of school on a Sunday No class, beatin all King's down doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz Back, nobody got the Red shook Been a
say wisdom, is the wise words spoken By a brother attemptin' to open The graves, of these mentally dead slaves Who've been lost on a cross, for decades
He's There; you're going to know He's around [VERSE:] Picture Christ coming back like a thief in the night Came Riding a white horse with the force of a
through the opening Corduroy princes and pretty things Quietly turning away Leaning Into the arms of your city life Glorious stars in a shitty sky Glimmer