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V1
Woke up this morning, looking forward to the week
Rolled out of bed, kissed my wife on her cheek
Drank up my coffee, sent Johnny off to school
The sun shone so bright, the air crisp and cool
V2
Headed off to work, caught all the green lights
My wife packed my lunch, it was chicken and rice
Turned on the radio to catch the new news
Turns out I got a case of the Blue Monday blues
Chorus
Sky Travel tells me I’m depressed today
You can check the equation
On the second day of the last week of the first month of the year
Need to book a warm vacation
V3
Feelin’ kinda down, so I called up my shrink
She said I was fine, it’s all how you think
Happy and relieved, I walked out of the door
But the newsman reminded me I need something more
V4
The signs are all out that this place isn’t right
It’s bitterly cold without too much daylight
Come to think of it, my energy is spent
My get up and go, just got up and went
Chorus
Bridge
I purchased my ticket, I didn’t think twice
I had to get away, to a perfect paradise
So I dropped twenty grand, let them plan out the trip
Before I could blink I was bound for Reykjavik
V5
Well I took their advice ‘cause it sounded kinda cute
In the morning I woke up, penniless and destitute
I put my work on hold, left behind my kids and my wife
Now I’ve lost my job, and I’ve got marital strife
Chorus
Sky Travel tells me I’m depressed today
And I’m beginning to think that it’s true
They told me that my normal routine made me really sad
So I did just what they told me to do
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What Child Is This?
01:00
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Silver Bells
04:08
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Verse 1:
City sidewalks, 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
Strings of street lights, even stop lights
Blink a bright 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 the bustle you’ll hear
Chorus:
Silver bells, silver bells
Silver bells, silver bells (x2)
Verse 2:
Rocky pathways, busy pathways
Leading to their hometown
Journey to Bethlehem for the census
Donkeys braying, sheep a-laying
Cause the inn has no room
And the birth of the Savior is here
On a starry night there is one light
That outshines all the rest
As the Magi press on with their treasures
Hallelujah, hallelujah
This is Gabriel’s scene
And the angel bell choir is here
Chorus
Coda:
Soon it will be Jesus’ day
Soon it will be Jesus’ day (x8)
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The Friendly Beasts
02:45
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Jesus our brother, kind and good
Was humbly born in a stable rude
And the friendly beasts around Him stood
Jesus our brother, kind and good.
"I," said the donkey, shaggy and brown,
"I carried His mother up hill and down;
I carried her safely to Bethlehem town."
"I," said the donkey, shaggy and brown.
"I," said the cow, all white and red
"I gave Him my manger for a bed;
I gave Him my hay to pillow His head."
"I," said the cow, all white and red.
"I," said the sheep with curly horn,
"I gave Him my wool for His blanket warm;
He wore my coat on Christmas morn."
"I," said the sheep with curly horn.
"I," said the dove from the rafters high,
"I cooed Him to sleep that He should not cry;
We cooed Him to sleep, my mate and I."
"I," said the dove from the rafters high.
Thus every beast by some good spell
In the stable dark was glad to tell
Of the gift he gave Emmanuel,
The gift he gave Emmanuel.
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