Lyrics

Good people all, this Christmas time, Consider well and bear in mind What our good God for us has done, In sending His belovèd Son.

Westering home with a song in the air Light in the eye and its good bye to care Laughter and love and a welcoming there

We three kings of orient are, Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, Moor and mountain, Following yonder star. Born a King on Bethlehem’s

Wanted man in California,Wanted man in BuffaloWanted man in Kansas City,Wanted man in Ohio Wanted man in Mississippi,Wanted man in ol’ Cheyenne Wherever you might

Quando sono solo Sogno all’orizzonte E mancan le parole Sì lo so che non c’è luce In una stanza quando manca il sole Se non

I’ve been a wild rover for many a year And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer, But now I’m returning with gold

Beauty is within grasp Hear the highlands call The last mile is upon us I’ll carry you if you fall I know the armor’s heavy

In my memory I will always see the town that I have loved so well Where the school played ball by the old gasyard wall

If I held in my hand, Every grain of sand Since time first began to Be Still I could never count, Measure the amount; Of