Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyful strains Gloria, in excelsis Deo Gloria,
I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow E vgiene giu dal ciel, lento Un dolce canto ammaliator Che mi
Oh, holy night The stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear Savior's birth Oh yes, it is now Long lay the world In sin and error pining
Come together one and all In the giving spirit Gifts abound here great and small Joyously we feel it Blessings sent us from above Guide us on our way
One day I'll hear The laugh of children In a world where war has been banned. One day I'll see Men of all colours Sharing words of love and devotion
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum Wie treu sind deine Blatter! O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum Wie treu sind deine Blatter! Du grunst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit Nein
You better watch out, you better not cry Better not pout 'cause I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town You better watch out, you better not
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
Our Father Which art in heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy kingdom come Thy will be done On Earth As it is in heaven Give us this day Our daily bread
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow Oh
What Child is this who laid to rest On Mary's lap, is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While the shepherds watch are keeping? So bring
: Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing over the plains And the mountains in reply, Echoing their joyous strains. Glo-ori-a In excelsis de-o Glo
: You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town He's making a list, And checking it twice
: Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos. Everybody
: 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
: O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum Wie treu sind deine Blatter! O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum Wie treu sind deine Blatter! Du grunst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit,
: Dashing through the snow On a one-horse open sleigh, Over the fields we go, Laughing all the way; Bells on bob-tail ring, Making spirits bright, What
: Minuit, chretiens, C'est l'heure solennelle Ou l'Homme Dieu descendit jusqu'a nous Pour effacer la tache originelle Et de Son Pere arreter le courroux