' all these niggas who second guessed it regret it Regret it like half the hoes I smashed in the sheets At least I realise now how much I loved Ashlee Marie
hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight. For Christ is born of Mary, And, gathered all above While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their
? Blind man breakin' out of a trance Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance Hopin' to find one circumstance Of dignity I went to the wedding of Mary
on the same side Down in the valley the water runs cold Beyond the horizon someone prayed for your soul My wretched heart is pounding I felt an angel
Day. Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy Bible said, Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day. Hark, now hear the angels sing,
I've been thinking of you And I've been trying to figure out What you remind me of Cause you are...nothing like I've ever known Are you an angel
On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guardand Angels
, let it rain Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna
Scraping tears up off the street Standin' guard beneath the window Where only Linda sleeps The leader is a kid named Eddie Walkin' like an angel in defeat
life on the water Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter Well he ain't my boss no more Sandy Sandy the angels have lost their desire
did shepherds keep Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep; To whom God's angels did appear, Which put the shepherds in great fear. "Prepare and go," the angels
! Hark all ye shepherds, arise from your sheep. Hark all ye shepherds, the Christ child asleep. Mary, the mother, quietly singing, From God to man salvation is bringing. Alleluia! Angels
(French carol, ca. 1862) Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing over the plains And the mountains in reply, Echoing their joyous strains. Glo-ori
glorious light. All thro' the night, angels did sing Carols so sweet of the birth of a King. A King of such beauty was ne'er before seen, And Mary His
, To bear good news to every home, Glad tidings of great joy I bring, Whereof I now will gladly sing. To you this night is born a Child Of Mary, chosen
Gentle Mary Laid Her Child Gentle Mary laid her Child Lowly in a manger; There He lay, the undefiled, To the world a Stranger. Such a Babe in such a place