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Good King
02:34
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Xmas Cactus
03:32
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Verse 1
Mom thought it’d be fun, to decorate a cactus.
Dad thought so too, but the matter of fact is:
I’m getting poked all over the place
Just tryin’ to wrap this cactus in lace.
Chorus
‘Cause Christmas isn’t Christmas without a tree.
Natal não é Natal, se uma árvore. Yeah! (x2)
(A tree, a tree, a tree, oh can you spare a tree?
A tree, a tree, oh give this kid a tree!)
Verse 2
The word on the street is that you’ve got a fever.
That’s really too bad, but at least you’re not a beaver.
But a beaver could cut down a tree,
And make this Christmas more special, for you and me.
Chorus
Verse 3
I don’t think that Santa’s comin’ this year
‘Cause Mr. Claus, he’s got one great big fear:
To be poked by something spiny
On that big fat red heinie!
Chorus
(So why am I staring at this crazy cactus thing?
It’s a Christmas cactus, yeah!)
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3. |
Snow
05:04
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Chorus
Hey snow, why don’t you blow yourself away?
You’ve been around for too long, and it’s time – time for spring to have her day.
And it’s time, for the birds and the bunnies to come out and play.
So hey snow, why don’t you blow yourself away?
Verse 1
It’s so cold outside.
Just wanna go run and hide.
Curl up under a blanket inside, oh-hey-oh.
It’s always nighttime,
‘Cause there’s no light even in the daytime.
There’s no sunshine, well hey-oh.
Chorus
Verse 2
The wind is so cold.
I keep repeating myself it’s getting kinda old.
Snow, why can’t you do as you’re told?
It’s the same every day.
The sky is always cloudy and gray.
What else can I say?
Chorus
Bridge
All the drifting, as the snow is shifting
‘Cross the sidewalks, now comes some heavy lifting.
As I shovel, and shovel, and shovel some more –
All this snow keeps on piling up ‘round my front door.
It seems like I’ve shoveled all these spots before;
Maybe it’s time to give up, and move to Ecuador!
Chorus (x2)
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4. |
Silent Nights
05:18
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Verse 1
My brothers are fighting
In trenches they lie
As bombs are falling from the sky
My best friend departing
There’s no time to cry
It’s Christmas Eve, no time to die
Gunshots in the background
A noise to ignore
I wonder why we have to fight
The battle unending
It’s taking full toll
No cease, no peace, no need to try
Chorus 1
No city lights
On gun-filled nights
No streets are calm
Not all is right
Unfinished fights
These sleepless nights
Not all is calm
Not all is right
Verse 2
No grandmother’s turkey
No cousins, no cheer
All alone this isn’t right
Open the letter
Says, “Wish you were here”
So do I, so do I
Lost in the memories
Looking for truth
Searching for a brand new life
Waiting for someone
I am waiting for you
And I need love so I won’t die
Chorus 2
These city lights
These quiet nights
The streets are calm
But not all right
These sleepless nights
These lonely nights
Not all is calm
Not all is right
Coda
I’m thinking of the star above
Oh Christ the child, send down your love!
Now give us peace, let all our wars cease
I lift you up, myself decrease.
This silent night, this holy night,
I stand and quake, you are the light!
The radiant beams from thy precious face –
Breaking new dawn, redeeming grace!
Gloria, Gloria, the angels sing alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, I stand to sing thy gloria! (x2)
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5. |
Wenceslas
03:05
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Verse 1
Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel.
Verse 2
"Bring me flesh and bring me wine! Bring me pine logs hither!
(O little town of Bethlehem)
Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear him thither."
(How still we see thee lie.)
Page and monarch forth they went, forth they went together
(Above thy deep and dreamless sleep)
Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather.
(The silent stars, the silent stars go by.)
Verse 3
"Sire, the night is darker now and the wind blows stronger
(Yet in thy dark streets shineth)
Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer."
(The everlasting Light.)
"Mark my footsteps, my good page tread thou in them boldly
(The hopes and fears of all the years)
Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly."
(Are met in thee, are met in thee tonight.)
Verse 4
In his master's steps he trod where the snow lay dinted.
(O holy Child of Bethlehem)
Heat was in the very sod which the Saint had printed.
(Descend to us, we pray.)
Therefore, Christian men, be sure wealth or rank possessing
(Cast out our sin and enter in)
Ye who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing.
(Be born in us, be born in us today.)
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