JOHN DENVER lyrics - Rocky Mountain Christmas

The Coventry Carol

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(Traditional) Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay. Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay. O sisters too, how may we do, for to preserve this day, this poor youngling for whom we sing, by, by, lully, lullay. Herod the king in his regime charged he hath this day, His men of night, in his own sight, all children young to slay. Then woe is me, poor child, for thee, and ever mourn and say, For thy parting not say, nor sing, by, by, lully, lullay. Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay. Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay. O sisters too, how may we do, for to preserve this day, this poor youngling for whom we sing, by, by, lully, lullay.

The Night I Heard Caruso Sing

EVERYTHING BUT THE GIRL "Idlewild"
The highlands and the lowlands are the routes my father knows, the holidays at Oban and the towns around Montrose, but even as he sleeps, they're loading bombs into the hills, and the waters in the lochs can run deep, but never still. I've thought of having children, but I've gone and changed my mind. It's hard enough to watch the news, let alone explain it to a child, to cast your eye cross nature, over fields of rape and corn, and tell him without flinching not to fear where he's been born. Then someone sat me down last night, and I heard Caruso sing. He's almost as good as Presley, and if I only do one thing, I'll sing songs to my father, I'll sing songs to my child. It's time to hold your loved ones while the chains are loose, and the world runs wild. But even as we speak, they're loading bombs onto a white train. How can we afford to ever sleep, so sound again.

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?

Spanish Johnny

Harris Emmylou "Evangeline"
(Paul Siebel) Those other years, the dusty years We drove the big hers through I tried to forget the miles we rode And Spanish Johnny too He'd sit beside a water ditch when all this herd was in And he'd never harm a child but sing to his mandolin The old talk, the old ways, and the dealin' of our game But Spanish Johnny never spoke, but sing a song of Spain And his talk with men was vicious talk When he was drunk on gin Ah, but those were golden things he said to his mandolin We had to stand, we tried to judge, we had to stop him then For the hand so gentle to a child had killed so many men He died a hard death long ago before the road come in And the night before he swung he sung to his mandolin Well, we carried him out in the mornin' sun A man that done no good And we lowered him down in the cold clay Stuck in a cross of wood And a letter we wrote to his kinfolk To tell them where he'd been And we shipped it out to Mexico, along with his mandolin

Unto Us

AARON SHUST "Unto Us"
Unto us a Child is born Unto us a Son is given God with us, go and tell Emmanuel has come from Heaven And His name will ever be The Prince of Peace The Wonderful Counselor He's the Great and Mighty Lord Bow before our Holy Savior [Chorus:] Unto us a Child is born Hope to all the world Unto us the Son of God has come Sing Hallelujah Everlasting Father Name above all names God is with us Sing Hallelujah Unto us a Child is born Unto us a Son is given God with us, go and tell Emmanuel has come from Heaven And His name will ever be The Prince of Peace The Wonderful Counselor He's the Great and Mighty Lord Bow before our Holy Savior [Chorus:] Unto us a Child is born Hope to all the world Unto us the Son of God has come Sing Hallelujah Everlasting Father Name above all names God is with us Sing Hallelujah He's the Prince of Peace, He's the Mighty God He's the Savior born to set the captives free He's the Promised One, the Messiah come And His love will reign throughout eternity [Chorus:] Unto us a Child is born Hope to all the world Unto us the Son of God has come We will sing Hallelujah Shining in the darkness Light to all the world Unto us the Son of God has come We will sing Hallelujah Everlasting Father Name above all names God is with us Sing Hallelujah

Mary's Boy Child

AARON NEVILLE "Christmas Prayer"
Long time ago In Bethlehem So the Holy Bible say Mary's boy child Jesus Christ Was born On Christmas day Hark Now hear The angels sing A King Was born today And man will live For evermore Because Of Christmas Day While shepherds Watch Their flocks By night They see A bright new Shining star They hear a choir Sing a song The music seemed To come from afar Now Joseph And his wife Mary Came to Bethlehem That night They found no place To bear her child Not a single room Was in sight Hark Now hear The angels sing A King Was born today And man will live For evermore Because Of Christmas day Mary's boy child Jesus Christ Was born On Christmas day And then They found A little nook In a stable All forlorn And in a manger Cold and dark Mary's little boy Was born Hark Now hear The angels sing A King Was born today And man will live For evermore Because Of Christmas day Mary's boy child Jesus Christ Was born On Christmas Day

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