Translation: Christmas Carols. The Angel's Song.
When Joseph was an old man, an old man was he He courted Virgin Mary, the queen of Galilee He courted Virgin Mary, the queen of Galilee When Joseph and
It's Christmas in America There's carols in the air The snow falling on the ground There's holly everywhere The people they're all different too Their
I'd dance through December With your hand to hold Oh It's you I miss the most Every time it snows Carollers and revellers Their songs are bittersweet
'd dance through December with your hand to hold. Oh, it's you I miss the most every time it snows. Carolers and revelers, their songs are bittersweet
, darlin') That's what Christmas means to me, my love (That's what Christmas means to me, my love) I feel like runnin' wild As angels and a little child
Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels
the angel, "Let nothing you affright; This day is born a Savior Of a pure virgin bright, To free all those who trust in him From Satan's power and might
s little boy was born. Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today, And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day. Mary's boy
O Holy Night The stars are brightly shining It is the night of our Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til He appeared and
and behold him born the King of angels; O come let us adore him Christ the Lord. God of God light of light lo he abhors not the virgin's womb; very
minds; "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. 2. "To you, in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line A Savior, who is Christ
gathered near May children's laughter in falling snow Rekindle those sweet scenes from long ago May every carol, each candle bright Remind you why angels
them down For their companions that Christmas night An ox and an ass And then an angel came down to earth To bear the news of the Saviour's birth
will not endear it, What's important is the price. Hark the herald tribune sings, Advertising wondrous things. God rest ye merry, merchants, May you make the yuletide pay. Angels
we'll have some pumpkin pie And we'll do some caroling You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear Voices singing, "Let's be jolly Deck the halls
hall nor in the place of paradise but in an ox's stall He neither shall be clothed in purple nor in pall but in the fair white linen that's used in babies
Snowman Angels Ribbon's bow's Dreams of coco and missal tow Seems like years since I've been home Cant bare to spend another Christmas alone Packed my