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| 2:37 | 
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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! 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. |
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| 2. |
| 3:10 |
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Adeste Fideles
Adeste Fideles Laeti triumphantes Venite, venite in Bethlehem Natum videte Regem angelorum Venite adoremus, Venite adoremus, Venite adoremus, Dominum Cantet nunc io Chorus angelorum Cantet nunc aula caelestium Gloria, gloria In excelsis Deo Venite adoremus, Venite adoremus, Venite adoremus, Dominum Ergo qui natus Die hodierna Jesu, tibi sit gloria Patris aeterni Verbum caro factus Venite adoremus, Venite adoremus, Venite adoremus, Dominum |
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| 3. |
| 3:03 |
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen To hear sleighbells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, With every Christmas card I write, "May your days be merry and brigt, And may all your Christmases be white" I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen To hear sleighbells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, With every Christmas card I write, "May your days be merry and brigt, And may all your Christmases be white" |
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| 2:39 |
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God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay Remember Christ our Saviour Was born on Christmas day To save us all from Satan's power When we had gone astray Oh tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy God rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay Remember Christ our Saviour Was born on Christmas day To save us all from Satan's power When we had gone astray Oh tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy |
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| 2:53 |
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Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death. Faith of our fathers, we will strive To win all nations unto Thee; And through the truth that comes from God, We all shall then be truly free. Refrain Faith of our fathers, we will love Both friend and foe in all our strife; And preach Thee, too, as love knows how By kindly words and virtuous life. Refrain NOTE: Reflecting Faber’s Catholic roots, the original third stanza was: Faith of our fathers, Mary’s prayers Shall win our country back to Thee; And through the truth that comes from God, England shall then indeed be free. |
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| 2:55 |
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I'll be home for christmas;
You can plan on me. Please have snow and mis-tle-toe And presents on the tree. Christmas eve will find me Where the love light gleams. I'll be home for christmas If only in my dreams. I'll be home for christmas; You can plan on me. Please have snow and mis-tle-toe And presents on the tree. Christmas eve will find me Where the love light gleams. I'll be home for Christmas If only in my dreams |
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| 2:35 | 
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| 2:41 |
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| 9. |
| 3:03 |
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City sidewalks, busy sidewalks
Dressed in holiday style. In the air there's a feeling of Christmas. Children laughing, people passing, Metting smile after smile, And on every street corner you hear: Silver bells, silver bells, It's Christmas time in the city. Ring a ling, hear hem ring, Soon it will be Christhmas Day. Strings of street lights, even stop lights, blink a bight 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 hear. |
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| 2:48 |
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| 11. |
| 2:43 |
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The holly green, the ivy green
The prettiest picture you've ever seen Is Christmas in Killarney With all of the folks at home It's nice, you know, to kiss your beau While cuddling under the mistletoe And Santa Claus you know, of course Is one of the boys from home The door is always open The neighbors pay a call And Father John before he's gone Will bless the house and all How grand it feels to click your heels And join in the fun of the jigs and reels I'm handing you no blarney The likes you've never known Is Christmas in Killarney With all of the folks at home |
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| 2:54 |
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