you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement. And you and I called over valleys of endless seas. Siberian Khatru Anderson/Howe/Wakeman Sing, bird of prey; Beauty
suairc i ngar is i gcin Lovely chanting near and far. Crost an Slnaitheoir Fin Christ, the saviour himself. Crost an Slnaitheoir Fin Christ, the saviour
near and far.] Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin [Christ, the saviour himself.] Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin [Christ, the saviour
ngar is i gcein Lovely chanting near and far. Criost an Slanaitheoir Fein Christ, the saviour himself. Criost an Slanaitheoir Fein Christ, the saviour
and far.] Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin [Christ, the saviour himself.] Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin [Christ, the saviour
God rest ye merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, Remember Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day; To save us all from Satan's power When we were
What a beautiful thought I am thinking concerning the great speckled bird Remember her name is recorded on the pages of God's holy word Desiring to lower
What a beautiful thought I am thinking concerning a great speckled bird Remember her name is recorded on the pages of God's holy word Desiring to lower
(Let's regain the garden the beautiful garden we lost long ago through sin Let's regain the garden the beautiful garden with open arms God will welcome
What a beautiful thought I am thinking Concerning the great speckled bird And to know that my name is recorded On the pages of God's holy word Desiring
So here is the stable and there is the manger The new Saviour sleeps on His first earthly night The wise men brought riches but we brought a candle It
-going over Jordan, I'm only go-going over home. I know dark clouds will gather 'round me, I know my way is rough and steep; And beautiful fields
save a bitch's soul From goin' down Satan's hot way She can, I know she can I know she can, she's my Sister Anne Such truth, such beauty, such purity
heaven will be No crepes on the door in that beautiful city No sorrow or pain never more over there But a body we'll have in the Saviour's own likeness
road. Oh the traveller he is weary, the travelling man he is tired. For the road is never ending in his fear he has cried aloud for a saviour And
I feel your heart beating Inside my own skin And I think I'll marry In Bethlehem That night in a stable Our saviour was born Yes, we have so much To
me with glass And poison my scars Doubtless profane So gracious insane I am the infinite that haunts the black spots of your soul You know. you love to hate me And the saviour