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(Hugh Martin, Ralph Blane)
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yule-tide gay
From now on our troubles will be miles away
Here were are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bow
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(Dick Smith, Felix Bernard)
Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'
In the lane, snow is glistenin'
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 a love song
As we go along
Walking in a winter wonderland
In the meadow we can build a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?"
We'll say, "No man but you can
Do the job when you're in town"
Later on we'll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid, the plans that we've made
Walking in a winter wonderland
In the meadow we can build a snowman
And pretend that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with Mr. Snowman
Until the alligators knock him down
When it snows, ain't it thrillin'
Though your nose gets a chillin'
We'll frolic and play the Eskimo way
Walking in a winter wonderland
Walking in a winter wonderland
Walking in a winter wonderland
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(Traditional)
O come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
Come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold Him
Born the King of Angels
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him
Christ the Lord
Sing choirs of angels
Sing in exultation
Sing all ye citizens of heaven above
And glory to God, all glory in the highest
Yea, Lord we greet Thee
Born this happy morning
Jesus to Thee be glory giv'n
Word of the Father
Now in flesh appearing
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him
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(J. Fred Coots, Haven Gillespie)
You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
He's makin' a list and checkin' it twice
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice
Santa Claus is comin' to town
He sees you when you're sleepin'
He knows when you're awake
He knows when 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 comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty-toot-toots and rummy-tum-tums
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With curly head dolls that cuddle and coo
Elephants, boats and kiddy cars too
Santa Claus is comin' to town
All the kids in Girl and Boyland
Will have a jubilee
They're gonna build a Toyland town
All around that Christmas tree
So, you better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
He sees you when you're sleepin'
He knows when you're awake
He knows when 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 comin' to town
Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
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(Mel Torme, Robert Wells)
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
And yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly
And so, I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times many ways
Merry Christmas to you
And so, I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times many ways
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(Franz Gruber, Joseph Mohr)
Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, Holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from thy Holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
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(Alan Jackson)
Let it be Christmas everywhere
In the hearts of all people both near and afar
Christmas everywhere
Feel the love of the season wherever you are
On the small country roads lined with green mistletoe
Big city streets where a thousand lights glow
Let it be Christmas everywhere
Let heavenly music fill the air
Let every heart sing let every bell ring
The story of hope and joy and peace
And let it be Christmas everywhere
Let heavenly music fill the air
Let anger and fear and hate disappear
Let there be love that lasts through the year
And let it be Christmas
Christmas everywhere
Let it be Christmas everywhere
With the gold and the silver, the green and the red
Christmas everywhere
In the smiles of all children asleep in their beds
In the eyes of young babies their first fallen snow
Elderlys' memories that never grow old
Let it be Christmas everywhere
Let heavenly music fill the air
Let every heart sing let every bell ring
The story of hope and joy and peace
And let it be Christmas everywhere
Let heavenly music fill the air
Let anger and fear and hate disappear
Let there be love that lasts through the year
And let it be Christmas
Christmas everywhere
Let it be Christmas everywhere
In the songs that we sing and the gifts that we bring
Christmas everywhere
In what this day means and what we believe
From the sandy white beaches where blue water rolls
Snow covered mountains and valleys below
Let it be Christmas everywhere
Let heavenly music fill the air
Let every heart sing let every bell ring
The story of hope and joy and peace
And let it be Christmas everywhere
Let heavenly music fill the air
Let anger and fear and hate disappear
Let there be love that lasts through the year
And let it be Christmas
Christmas everywhere
Christmas everywhere
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(Traditional)
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
Soon Miss Fanny Brigh
Was seated by my side
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot
We run into a drifted bank
And there we got upsot
Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
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(Irving Berlin)
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
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(Jay Livingston, Ray Evans)
Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them sing
Soon it will be Christmas Day
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks
Dressed in holiday style
In the air there's a feeling of Christmas
Children laughing, people passing
Meeting smile after smile
And on every street corner you'll hear
Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them sing
Soon it will be Christmas Day
Strings of street lights, even stop lights
Blink a bright red and green
As the shoppers rush home with their treasures
Hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch
This is Santa's big scene
And above all this bustle you'll hear
Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them sing
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(Anonymous/John T. McFarland/James R. Murray)
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed
the little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
but little Lord Jesus no crying he makes
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky
And stay by my side until morning is nigh
By near me Jesus Lord, I ask Three to stay
Close by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
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