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In the bleak midwinter
Stormy winds may blow
Earth tood hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen snow on snow
Snow on, snow on, snow
In the bleak midwinter
Long, long ago
What can I give him
Poor as I am
If I were a shelter
I would bring a lamb
If I were a wise man
I would do my part
What can I give him
Give my heart
Snow had fallen snow on snow
Snow on, snow on, snow
In the bleak midwinter
Long, long ago
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Christmas time is here,
Happiness and cheer,
Fun for all that children call their favorite time of year.
Snowflakes in the air,
Carols everywhere,
Olden times and ancient rhymes and love and dreams to share.
Sleigh bells in the air;
Beauty every where;
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there.
Christmas time is here;
Families drawing near;
Oh that we could always see such spirit through the year.
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Now the day is over
Night is drawing nigh
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky
Give to little children
Visions sweet of thee
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea
When the morning wakens
Then may i arise
Fresh and pure and sinless
In thy holy eyes
Give to little children
Visions sweet of thee
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea
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Little Jesus sweetly sleep
Do not stir
We will lend a coat of fur
We will rock you, rock you, rock you
We will rock you, rock you now
See the fur
To keep you warm
Snuggle 'round your tiny form
Mary's little baby sleep
Sweetly sleep
Sleep in comfort
Slumber deep
And we will rock you, rock you, rock you
We will rock you, rock you now
We will serve you
All we can
Darling, dancing little man
Yeah, we will rock you, rock you, rock you
We will rock you, rock you now
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Whenever the moon and stars are circling
Whenever the wind is high
All night long through the dark and wet
The man goes riding by
Late in the night when the fire's all out
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying out loud
And ships are tossed at sea
Ride on the highway low and loud
By at the gallop goes he
By at the gallop goes he
And then by he comes back at the gallop again
Whenever the moon and stars are circling
Whenever the wind is high
All night long through the dark and wet
The man goes riding by
Late in the night when the fire's all out
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
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Sleep, my love
And peace attend thee
All through the night
Guardian Angel
God will send thee
All through the night
And soft the drowsy eyes are creeping
Heal and fade in slumber
Sleeping
Love along
His watch is keeping
All through the night
Sleep, my love
and peace attend thee
All through the night
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Love came down at Christmas
Love, a lovely love divine
Love was born at Christmas
Star and Angels gave the sign
Love came down at Christmas
Love, a lovely love divine
Love was born at Christmas
Star and Angels gave the sign
(Star and Angels gave the sign)
Love shall be our token
Love be yours and love be mine
Love to God and both of us
Love for plea and gift and sign
Love shall be our token
Love be yours and love be mine
Love to God and both of us
Love for plea and gift and sign
Love came down at Christmas
Love, a lovely love divine
Love was born at Christmas
Star and Angels gave the sign
(Star and Angels gave the sign)
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Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round you virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing alleluia
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
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Go to sleep, baby child
Go to sleep, my little baby
And hush-a-bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleep, my little baby
When you wake
You will have
All the pretty little horses
Black and blue
And sorrow, too
All the pretty little horses
Black and blue
And sorrow, too
All the pretty little horses
Hush-a-bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleep, my little baby
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As I walked down the road at set of sun,
The lambs were coming homeward one by one.
I heard a sheepbell softly calling them,
Along the little road to Bethlehem
Beside an open door as I drew nigh,
I heard sweet Mary sing a lullaby.
She sang about the lambs at close of day,
And rocked her tiny King among the hay.
Across the air the silver sheepbells rang.
”The lambs are coming home,” sweet Mary sang.
”Your star of gold, your star of gold is shining in the sky.
So sleep, my little King, go lullaby.”
As I walked down the road at set of sun,
The lambs were coming homeward one by one.
I heard a sheepbell softly calling them,
Along the little road to Bethlehem
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Oh hush thee, my baby
The night is behind us
And black are the waters that sparkled so green
The moon or the cold looks downward to find
At rest in the hollow that wrestle between
Where pillow meet pillow
Then soft be thy prayer
A weary beat flipper
Is curled at thy knees
The storm shall not wake thee
Nor shark overtake thee
Asleep in the arms of this slow swinging sea
Where pillow meet pillow
Then soft be thy prayer
A weary beat flipper
Is curled at thy knees
The storm shall not wake thee
Nor shark overtake thee
Asleep in the arms of this slow swinging sea
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Evening is a little boy
With dark wind ruffled hair
Who skips the stars
Like stones across the darkening part of hail
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Oh dear, the eye that softly looks
Oh dear, the heart that fondly loves
Though but a tender babe thy arth
The graces all grow up with thee
Oh dear, the wind that pulls the trees
Oh dear, the rain that softly falls
Though but a tender babe thy arth
The graces all grow up with thee
Oh sweet, the night that holds your name
Oh sweet, the star that truly shines
Though but a tender babe thy arth
The graces all grow up with thee
Oh dear, the eye that softly looks
Oh dear, the heart that fondly loves
Though but a tender babe thy arth
The graces all grow up with thee
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Close your eyes
Close your eyes
Go to sleep now, my darling
There's a Sandman
Old and white
Bringing happy dreams to you
Tattle Tail
Go to sleep
Til the quiet night passes
You are safe in my arms
In my arms all night through
Now the moon
Riding high
Turns the shadow to silver
And the night winds with a sigh
Whisper soft across the hill
It's a bright, enchanted land
Where the unicorn dances
Til the stars disappear
And the whole world is still
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