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| 2:45 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:47 | 
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Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none
Yet shall we be merry, Hey ho, nobody home. Hey ho, nobody home, Meat nor drink nor money have I none Yet shall we be merry, Hey ho, nobody home. Hey Ho, nobody home. Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake. An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry, any good thing to make us all merry, One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all. God bless the master of this house, and the mistress also And all the little children that round your table grow. The cattle in your stable and the dog by your front door And all that dwell within your gates we wish you ten times more. Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake. An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry, any good thing to make us all merry, One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all. Go down into the cellar and see what you can find If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber' For we'll come no more a 'soalin' till this time next year. Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake. An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry, any good thing to make us all merry, One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all. The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin. I have a little pocket to put a penny in. If you haven't got a penny, a ha' penny will do. If you haven't got a ha' penny then God bless you. Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake. An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry, any good thing to make us all merry, One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all. Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place, And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace.. This holy tide of Christmas of beauty and of grace, Oh tidings of comfort and joy. |
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| 3:29 |
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| 4. |
| 3:04 |
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| 5. |
| 3:48 |
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| 3:58 |
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| 5:28 |
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| 3:24 |
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| 9. |
| 4:35 |
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| 10. |
| 4:05 |
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| 11. |
| 3:15 |
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Light one candle for the Maccabee children
Give thanks that their light didn′t die! Light one candle for the pain they endured When their right to exist was denied! Light one candle for the terrible sacrifice Justice and freedom demand! And light one candle for the wisdom to know When the peacemaker′s time is at hand! chorus: Don′t let the light go out! It′s lasted for so many years! Don′t let the light go out! Let it shine through our love and our tears. (2) Light one candle for the strength we all need To never become our own foe! And light one candle for those who are suff′ring Pain we learned so long ago! Light one candle for all we believe in, Let anger not tear us apart! And light one candle to bind us together With peace as the song in our heart! (chorus) What is the memory that′s valued so highly That we keep it alive in that flame? What′s the commitment to those who have died When we cry out they′ve not died in vain, We have come this far, always believing That justice will somehow prevail! This is the burning. This is the promise, This why we will not fail! (chorus) Don′t let the light go out! Don′t let the light go out! Don′t let the light go out! |
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| 4:22 |
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Blowin’ in the wind
How many roads must a man walk down Before they call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many years must a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? How many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? How many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? How many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? How many deaths will it take 'til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind. |
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