The First Nowell

Oh, so certain, oh, shef, art in this earth, amen. It feels like a very big big machine. On a coffin just like that, for whole sun deep. No heaven, no heaven, no heaven, no heaven.

No is the king of his hand. The new, head of, and so does the shining in this beyond and far, and to the earth its great light. And so it's continued of day and night.

No, El, no, El. No, El, no, El. Oh, is the king of Israel? And I, the light of the Red-Srimson, The wise men came from town to farm, to seek for a king, for a fair intent, and to the service of heaven is meant.

the whole world chancellor and professor of theaudible freedom. This not unites O'er the north west, O'er the earth be heavy, To keep stressed, that there it is, O'er the storm and stay, O'er the place where Jesus made,

No hand, no hand, no hand, no hand, For His achieve, for His help. Then enter in those wise and free, For ever tree of all they mean, And of all the ganney's gessons, They go that bow and flag in sense.

No hand, no hand, no hand. For is the king of his hand. Oh