| A Baby Just Like You The sea son is upon us now, a time for gifts and giving. And as the year draws to its close, I think about my living. Christmas time when I was young, the magic and the wonder. But colors dull and candles dim and dark my standing under. Oh, little angel, shining light, you've set my soul to dreaming. You've given back my joy in life, you filled me with new meaning. A savior King was born that day, a baby just like you. And as the Magi came with gifts, I come with my gift too. That peace on earth fills up your time and brotherhood surrounds you, That you may know the warmth of love and wrap it all around you. It's just a wish, a dream I'm told from days when I was young, Merry Christmas little Zachary, Merry Christmas everyone. Merry Christmas little Zachary, Merry Christmas everyone. Aspenglow See the sunlight through the pine, taste the warm of winter wine. Dream of softly falling snow, winter skol, aspenglow. As the winter days unfold, hearts grow warmer with the cold. Peace of mind is all you know, winter skol, aspenglow. Aspen is a life to live, see how much there is to give, see how strongly you believe, see how much you may receive. Smiling faces all around, laughter is the only sound, memories that can't grow old, winter skol, aspenglow. Aspen is a life to live, see how much there is to give, see how strongly you believe, see how much you may receive. See the sunlight through the pine, taste the warm of winter wine. Dream of softly falling snow, winter skol, aspenglow. As the winter days unfold, hearts grow warmer with the cold. Peace of mind is all you know, winter skol, aspenglow. Winter skol, aspenglow. Christmas For Cowboys (Weisberg) Tall in the saddle, we spend Christmas Day, driving the cattle on the snow covered-plains. All of the good gifts given today, ours is the sky and the wide open range. Back in the city they have different ways, football and eggnog and Christmas parades. I'll take the blanket, I'll take the reins, Christmas for cowboys and wide-open plains. A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night, the stars overhead are Christmas tree lights. The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray, Christmas for cowboys and wide-open plains. Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day, driving the cattle on the snow-covered plains. So many gifts have been opened today, ours is the sky and the wide open range. It's Christmas for cowboys and wide open plains. Away In A Manger (Traditional) Away in a manger, no crib for his bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head. The stars in the sky looked down where he lay, the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. The cattle are lowing, the poor baby wakes. But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes. I love thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky and stay by my side till morning is nigh. Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay close by me forever and love me, I pray. Bless all the dear children in thy tender care and fit us for heaven to live with thee there. Away in a manger, no crib for his bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head. The stars in the sky looked down where he lay, the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. Holy Night (Traditional) O holy night, the stars are brightly shining, it is the night of our dear Savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices for yonder breaks a new glorious morn. Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angels' voices, oh, night divine, oh night when Christ was born. O night divine, oh night, oh night divine, oh night divine. Oh, night divine, oh night when Christ was born. O night divine, oh night, oh night divine, oh night divine. Silent Night Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Proud young virgin mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace. Silent night, holy night. Shepherds wake at the sight. Glorious dreams from heaven above. Heavenly hosts sing "Hallelujah." "Christ the savior is born, Christ the savior is born." Silent night, holy night. Son of God, love's pure light. Radiant beams from thy holy face with the dawn of breathing in grace. Jesus Lord of thy herd, Jesus Lord of thy herd. Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace. The Christmas Song (Torme/Wells) (c) 1946 Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose. 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." 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. Merry Christmas to you. Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer (Marks) Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose. And if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows. All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names, they never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games. Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say, "Rudolph with your nose so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight?" Then all the reindeer loved him and they shouted out with glee, "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, you'll go down in history." Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say, "Rudolph with your nose so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight?" Then all the reindeer loved him and they shouted out with glee, "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, you'll go down in history." "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, you'll go down in history." Silver Bells (Livingston/Evans) City sidewalk, 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 ring, soon it will be Christmas day. Silver bells, silver bells, it's Christmas time in the city. Ring-a-ling, hear them ring, soon it will be Christmas day. Soon it will be Christmas day. What Child Is This? (Traditional) What child is this, who, laid to rest, on 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 sing: Haste, haste to bring him laud, the Babe, the Son of Mary! So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh, come peasant, king to own Him, The King of kings, salvation brings, let loving hearts enthrone Him. Raise, raise the song on high, the Virgin sings her lullaby: Joy, joy, for Christ is born, the Babe, the Son of Mary! What child is this, who, laid to rest, on 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 sing: Haste, haste to bring him laud, the Babe, the Son of Mary! The Coventry Carol (Traditional) Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay. Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay. O sisters too, how may we do, for to preserve this day, this poor youngling for whom we sing, by, by, lully, lullay. Herod the king in his regime charged he hath this day, His men of night, in his own sight, all children young to slay. Then woe is me, poor child, for thee, and ever mourn and say, For thy parting not say, nor sing, by, by, lully, lullay. Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay. Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay. O sisters too, how may we do, for to preserve this day, this poor youngling for whom we sing, by, by, lully, lullay. Please Daddy (Danoff/Danoff) Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Just last year when I was only seven, now I'm almost eight as you can see. You came home a quarter past eleven, fell down underneath our Christmas tree. Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Mamma smiled and looked outside the window. She told me, "Son, you better get upstairs." Then you laughed and hollered "Merry Christmas." I turned around and saw my mamma's tears. Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry. No, I don't wanna see my mamma cry. |
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