Christmas Medley

What a certain bush ever did, feels as they made. In fields where they lay, keeping their sheep. On a cold winter's night that was so deep. No well, no well, no well, no well.

What is the King of Israel? O way the wanger no crib for a friend. The little Lord Jesus laid down me sweet hair. The stars in the sky looked down where he lay.

The little Lord Jesus must be born the King. Oh, holy, my, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of the near-safed good world.

All by the world, it's still there, according To be a peer and a soul felt in turn. Was real of hope, the weary burn rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. All on your knees, all in the angel voices, O night, delight, O night, when Christ was born.

O night, O night, O night. All night in my heart