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
The first good joy that Mary had. It was the joy of one. The first rejoice that Mary had. Was to see her new born son. To see her new born son good man, And blessed may he be.
Oh a family of bards. A travelling went. To distant lands. A singing sweet. With pipes and strings. And an open heart. Just to wish their brothers. The good life. Greensleeves was all our joy
Its the last Rose of Summer left blooming alone. All her lovely companions are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh. To reflect back her blushes or give sigh by sigh.
We are the bands of holly, We are here to make you jolly. Come along with us and see what we have made. Bring all the children with you, And all the older fosters -
Noël nouvelet, Noël chantons icy. Dévotes gens' rendons à Dieu merci. Chantons Noël pour le Roi nouvelet. Noël nouvelet, Noël chantons icy. En Bethléem' Marie et Joseph vy
Wir reisen in der Welt herum. Musik und Tanz das liegt uns im Blut. Was Heimweh nach zu Hause heißt. Versteh'n wir gut. Einst kamen wir hoch in den Bergen. In ein tal dem Himmel so nah
Throw open all the doors. There's a warm wind blowing through. Let the gifts of ages. Pour over you. Let it rise within you now. Let the shine light up your way. Chasing all your doubts and clouds
Life is hard, somehow. Life is cold, somehow. It can make you, it can break you. In pieces all around. There is no return. Once the seal's undone. Morning dawning with life abounding
Uti friska gräset gröna. Vandrar jeg en sommardag. Och ibland de gossar sköna. Ställer ja mitt hjärtelag. Bästa gossen ja kunde finna. Den jag älskar och kunde få
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves. Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves. And the mome raths outgrabe. 'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!'
Hear my cry in my hungering search for you. Taste my breath on the wind. See the sky as it mirrors my colors. Hints and whispers begin. I am living to nourish you, cherish you
The holly and the ivy. When they are full grown. Of all the trees in the wood. The holly bears the crown. The rising of the sun. The running of the deer. The playing of the organ