When rose the eastern star The birds came from afar In that full might of glory With one melodious voice They sweetly did rejoice And sang the wondrous
(Traditional) When rose the eastern star, the birds came from a-far, In that full might of glory. With one melodious voice they sweetly did rejoice And
: (Traditional) When rose the eastern star, the birds came from a-far, In that full might of glory. With one melodious voice they sweetly did rejoice
(Traditional) When rose the eastern star, the birds came from a-far, In that full might of glory. With one melodious voice they sweetly did rejoice
Hark how the bells, Sweet silver bells, All seem to say, Throw cares away. Christmas is here, Bringing good cheer, To young and old, Meek and the bold
I hope you know i swear to god i hope you know that this won't stop (god damn, just another heartbreak) -CHORUS- i swear to god i won't stop until your
Ohh spring of days long ago Blooming and bright Far have you fluttered away No more the skies, as your light caroling birds, wakened and glisten for me
'Twas in the moon of wintertime When all the birds had fled That mighty Gitchi Manitou Sent angel choirs instead Before their light the stars grew dim
glistening A beautiful sight We're happy tonight Walking in a winter wonderland Gone away is the bluebird Here to stay is a new bird He sings
gave to me: Three french hens Two turtle doves and A partridge in a pear tree. On the forth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Four calling birds
a song Of a wintry fairy land. Our cheeks are nice and rosy, And comfy cozy are we, We're snuggled up together Like two birds of a feather would
I think about you when the flowers bloom When the birds sing a spring time tune It don?t take much to get me missing you I can?t lie And when those summer
Lincoln On the dock, the fish were stinking I simply didn't have a care And the old men sit 'round the cracker barrels The children hum their Christmas carols
much money on me *** know I'm illatic , know who you dealin' wit *** ya pretty whip, you n*** ain't killin' s*** Every bird I whip, *** every bird I'
I?ve come to fetch my Carol I?ve wandered in the mud Dirty sheets outside broken windows Lies that poor folks never tell rich ones Louder still is the
my father's world And to my listening ears All nature sings, and round me rings The music of the spheres This is my father's world The birds their carols
