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Lyrics for Christmas Songs

Good King Wenceslas
Traditional

Good King Wenceslas looked out 
on the feast of Stephen, 
when the snow lay round about, 
deep and crisp and even. 
Brightly shown the moon that night, 
though the frost was cruel, 
when a poor man came in sight, 
gathering winter fuel. 

Hither, page, and stand by me. 
If thou know it telling: 
yonder peasant, who is he? 
Where and what his dwelling? 
Sire, he lives a good league hence, 
underneath the mountain, 
right against the forest fence 
by Saint Agnes fountain. 

Bring me flesh, and bring me wine. 
Bring me pine logs hither. 
Thou and I will see him dine 
when we bear them thither. 
Page and monarch, forth they went, 
forth they went together 
through the rude wind's wild lament 
and the bitter weather. 

Sire, the night is darker now, 
and the wind blows stronger. 
Fails my heart, I know not how. 
I can go no longer. 
Mark my footsteps my good page, 
tread thou in them boldly: 
Thou shalt find the winter's rage 
freeze thy blood less coldly. 

In his master's step he trod, 
where the snow lay dented. 
Heat was in the very sod 
which the saint had printed. 
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, 
wealth or rank possessing, 
ye who now will bless the poor 
shall yourselves find blessing.

Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer

Grandma got run over by a reindeer 
Walking home from our house Christmas eve. 
You can say there's no such thing as Santa, 
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog, 
And we'd begged her not to go. 
But she'd left her medication, 
So she stumbled out the door into the snow.

When they found her Christmas mornin', 
At the scene of the attack. 
There were hoof prints on her forehead, 
And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer, 
Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve. 
You can say there's no such thing as Santa, 
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now were all so proud of Grandpa, 
He's been takin' this so well. 
See him in there watchin' football, 
Drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle.

It's not Christmas without Grandma. 
All the family's dressed in black. 
And we just can't help but wonder: 
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?

Grandma got run over by a reindeer, 
Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve. 
You can say there's no such thing as Santa, 
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. 

Now the goose is on the table 
And the pudding made of fig. 
And a blue and silver candle, 
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig. 

I've warned all my friends and neighbours. 
Better watch out for yourselves." 
They should never give a license, 
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves. 

Grandma got run over by a reindeer, 
Walkin' home from our house, Christmas eve. 
You can say there's no such thing as Santa, 
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Have yourself a Merry little Christmas 
Let your hearts be light 
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight 

Have yourself a merry little Christmas 
Make the Yuletide gay 
From now on, our troubles will be miles away 

Here we are as in olden days 
Happy golden days of yore 
Faithful friends who are dear to us 
Gather near to us once more 

Through the years we all will be together 
If the fates allow 
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough 
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Words and Music: Charles Wesley, 1739
Current Tune: Felix Mendelssohn, 1840

Hark! the herald angels sing 
Glory to the new-born King! 
Peace on earth and mercy mild, 
God and sinners reconciled! 
Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 
Join the triumph of the skies; 
With the angelic host proclaim 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
Hark! the herald angels sing 
Glory to the new-born King! 

Christ, by highest heaven adored; 
Christ, the everlasting Lord; 
Late in time behold him come, 
Offspring of the Virgin's womb. 
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; 
Hail the incarnate Deity, 
Pleased as man with man to dwell; 
Jesus, our Emmanuel! (Refrain) 

Mild he lays his glory by, 
Born that man no more may die, 
Born to raise the sons of earth, 
Born to give them second birth. 
Risen with healing in his wings, 
Light and life to all he brings, 
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! 
Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace! (Refrain)

Come, Desire of nations come,
Fix in us Thy humble home;
Rise, the Woman's conquering Seed,
Bruise in us the Serpent's head.
Adam's likeness now efface:
Stamp Thine image in its place;
Second Adam, from above,
Reinstate us in thy love. (Refrain)