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ALY & AJ lyrics - Acoustic Hearts Of Winter

Deck The Halls

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Deck the halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Tis the season to be jolly, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Don we now our gay apparel, Fa la la, la la la, la la la. Troll the ancient Yule tide carol, Fa la la la la, la la la la. See the blazing Yule before us, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Strike the harp and join the chorus. Fa la la la la, la la la la. Follow me in merry measure, Fa la la la la, la la la la. While I tell of Yule tide treasure, Fa la la la la, la la la la. All these stars have come out to shine so bright On this Christmas night (Christmas night) We can share this special time So Deck the halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Tis the season to be jolly, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Sing we joyous, all together, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Hope the north pole gets my letter Fa la la la la, la la la la. Deck the halls (deck the halls) Deck the halls (deck the halls) Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree

ALABAMA "Alabama Christmas Volume II"
Well, rockin' around the Christmas tree at the Christmas party hop Mistletow hung where you can see every couple of tries to stop Rockin' around the Christmas tree let the Christmas spirit ring Later we'll have some pumpkin pie and we'll do some caroling You will get a sentimental feeling, when you hear voices singing Let's be jolly, deck the halls with boughs of holly Well, rockin' around the Christmas tree, have a happy holiday Everyone feeling merrily in the new old-fashioned way You will get a sentimental feeling, when you hear voices singing Let's be jolly, deck the halls with boughs of holly Yeah, rockin' around the Christmas tree have a happy holiday Everyone feeling merrily in the new old-fashioned way

Deck The Halls

JIM BRICKMAN "Homecoming"
Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la 'Tis the season to be jolly, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Don we now our gay apparel, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Troll the ancient yuletide carol, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la See the blazing yule before us, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Strike the harp and join the chorus, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Follow me in merry measure, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la While I tell of yuletide treasure, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Fast away the old year passes, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Hail the New Year, lads and lasses, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Sing we joyous, all together, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Heedless of the wind and weather, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

First Snow On Brooklyn

JETHRO TULL "The Jethro Tull Christmas Album"
I flew in on the evening plane. Is it such a good idea that I am here again? And I could cut my cold breath with a knife. And taste the winter of another life. A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round. I didn't mind... gave me thinking time before I ran aground on rocky memories and choking tears. I believe it only rained round here in thirty years. Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming. You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame. And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour to place upon your pillow as the morning came? Thin wind stings my face... pull collar up. I could murder coffee in a grande cup. No welcome deli; there's no Starbucks here. A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear. And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas card upon the pavement. The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it's gone. And the snow covers my footprints, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats. When you wake you'll never see the spot that I was standing on. Some things are best forgotten... some are better half-remembered. I just thought that I might be there on your, on your Christmas night. And the first snow on Brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel - cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites.

Progressive Christmas Carols

JON COZART
[God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen:] We wish you happy holidays, whoever you may be So merry Christmas, Kwanzaa, Chanukah, or heck all three We've modernized these jingles for the massive bourgeoisie Love, The Updated Christmas Carol Team [Santa Clause is Coming to Town:] You better not judge, you better not hate Better not bully or discriminate Progressive Santa's coming to town He's making a list of gluten free foods He won't take a peek at J-Law's nudes Progressive Santa's coming to town He's 50 different races And all for tax reform He'll protect all your children Well, as long as they've been born You'd better watch out... Too far? Okay. [Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer:] Rudolph the red nosed reindeer (reindeer) Had an advantageous nose (he outlived his friends) He passed his bright red traits on (traits on) Darwin said that's how it goes (evolution's not a theory) [Mary Did You Know:] Mary did you know that your baby boy supports the NRA Mary did you know that your baby boy is white Did you know- [Deck the Halls:] Deck the halls with kujichagulia Kwa wa wa wa wa wa wa wanza Give zawadi, hang benderas Kwa wa wa wa wa wa wa wanza Throw your hands up in the air-uh [You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch:] You're a green one, Mr. Grinch You're lacking in finesse That greenish epidermis determines your success Mr. Grinch Racist Whos constrain you to the issues they continue to suppress You're an outlier, Mr. Grinch You give the Whos a fright They say your heart is 3/5ths normal, You're either wrong or white Mr. Grinch Don't walk the streets of Whoville you might fight a cop the Whos will not indict [White Christmas:] I'm dreaming of a racially ambiguous holiday [Away In A Manger:] Away in a manger with Jesus and crew His schmeckle got cut cause hey Christ was a Jew [O Holy Night:] O holy night, the stars are brightly shining It is the night Jesus did something holy (I don't know the whole story) Joseph watched golf (Right?), his leather chair reclining As Mary birthed a child, I think a donkey was involved (Any help here? God?) Three wise men came, with GPS they found him Christ lied in a barn, as his omniscient baby-daddy tucked him in Jesus crawled on his knees His mom shared it on snapchat O bright device! O night, when Christ celebrated Christmas

Where Are You Now, My Son?

JOAN BAEZ "Where Are You Now, My Son?"
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air The single son she had last night is buried under her They say that the war is done Where are you now, my son? An old man with unsteady gait and beard of ancient white Bent to the ground with arms outstretched faltering in his plight I took his hand to steady him, he stood and did not turn But smiled and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by last night's phantom messenger And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger" Now that the war's being won Where are you now, my son? The siren gives a running break to those who live in town Take the children and the blankets to the concrete underground Sometimes we'd sing and joke and paint bright pictures on the wall And wonder if we would die well and if we'd loved at all The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and stare At tracers flashing through the sky and planes bursting in air But way out in the villages no warning comes before a blast That means a sleeping child will never make it to the door The days of our youth were fun Where are you now, my son? From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down Next day six hulking bandaged men were dazzled by a room Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let's hope this war ends soon In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command They shook their heads, what irony, we thought peace was at hand The preacher read a Christmas prayer and the men kneeled on the ground Then sheepishly asked me to sing "They Drove Old Dixie Down" Yours was the righteous gun Where are you now, my son? We gathered in the lobby celebrating Chrismas Eve The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and Vietnamese The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by the bombs So back into the shelter where two lovely women rose And with a brilliance and a fierceness and a gentleness which froze The rest of us to silence as their voices soared with joy Outshining every bomb that fell that night upon Hanoi With bravery we have sun But where are you now, my son? Oh people of the shelters what a gift you've given me To smile at me and quietly let me share your agony And I can only bow in utter humbleness and ask Forgiveness and forgiveness for the things we've brought to pass The black pyjama'd culture that we tried to kill with pellet holes And rows of tiny coffins we've paid for with our souls Have built a spirit seldom seen in women and in men And the white flower of Bac Mai will surely blossom once again I've heard that the war is done Then where are you now, my son?

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