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Sarah Brightman A Winter Symphony

ring, then in our hearts The jubilant bells of 'Auld Lang Syne' Sing, sing, sing a song of sadness That they are so long gone Bring, bring, bring a

it just kept on raining A veil of tears for the virgin birth I remember one Christmas morning A winter's light and a distant choir And the peal of a

the beloved with a kiss Oh, what can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb If I were a wise man I would do my part Yet

When the snowman brings the snow Well he just might like to know He's put a great big smile on somebody's face If you jump into your bed Quickly cover

Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in

Jesu, joy of man's desiring Holy wisdom, love most bright Drawn by Thee our souls aspiring Soar to uncreated light Word of God, our flesh that fashioned

: (Neil Diamond) I've seen the light And I've seen the flame And I've been this way before And I'm sure to be this way again For I've been refused And

: Child in the manger, infant of Mary, Outcast and Stranger, Lord of us all, Child Who inherits all our transgressions, All our demerits upon Him fall

: Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught