Should auld acquaintance be forgot. And never brocht to mind?. Should auld acquaintance be forgot. And days of auld lang syne?. . For auld lang syne, my dear.
"Au clair de la lune,. Mon ami, Pierrot,. Prte-moi ta plume. Pour crire un mot!. Ma chandelle est morte,. Je n'ai plus de feu;. Ouvre-moi ta porte,. Je suis trs peureux!".
How busy Santa's elves must be,. Making toys for you and me,. Dolls and drums and other things!. Oh, what joy our Christmas brings!. . At Christmas, Santa packs his sleigh,.
As with gladness men of old. Did the guiding star behold. As with joy they hailed its light. Leading onward, beaming bright. So most gracious God may we.
As I went a-walking along, long, long,. A-singin' a silly old song, song, song,. The road that I walked was so long, long, long,. And the song that I sung was so long, long, long,.
Around the corner,. And under a tree,. A sergeant major,. Once said to me,. "Who would marry you?. I would like to know,. For every time I look at your face,.
The sunbeams are twinkling;. The air, soft and free,. Is telling a message. To you and to me.. Come out! Come out!. We're planting a tree;. Come out! Come out!.
Little Arabella Miller. Had a fuzzy caterpillar. (Tickle palm with two fingers). . First it crawled up on her mother. (Walk fingers up left arm). . Then upon her baby brother.
April rain is here again;. Hear it pitter, pitter, patter,. On the leaves and on the trees,. See it spitter, spitter, spatter.. Rain, oh rain, don't go away.
I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas. I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas. . I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas. I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas.
"What hue shall my apples be?". Asked the little apple tree.. "That is easy to decide;. Make them green," the grasses cried.. . But the crimson roses said,.
Hen, hen, count to ten;. Goat, goat, get your coat;. Pig, pig, dance a jig.. . Mouse, mouse, build a house;. Chick, chick, make it quick;. Cat, cat, find your hat..
Angels we have heard on high. Sweetly singing o'er the plains. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains:. . Gloria in excelsis Deo. Gloria in excelsis Deo.
All night, all day,. Angels watching over me, my Lord.. All night, all day,. Angels watching over me.. . Now I lay me down to sleep. Angels watching over me, my Lord..
Angels guard your little bed,. Darling one, tonight.. Hover 'round your pretty head,. 'Til the morning light.. Softly, twilight shadows fall,. As you close your eyes;.
Angels from the realms of glory. Wing your flight o'er all the earth. Ye who sang creation's story. Now proclaim Messiah's birth. . Come and worship, come and worship.
O beautiful for spacious skies,. For amber waves of grain,. For purple mountain majesties. Above the fruited plain!. America! America!. God shed His grace on thee,.
My country 'tis of thee,. Sweet land of liberty,. Of thee I sing.. Land where my fathers died!. Land of the Pilgrim's pride!. From ev'ry mountainside,.
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 my heart to fear.