Well, I looked up into heaven, I thought I'd solve life's mysteries.. I observed the constellations for a clue to my destiny.. But the rhyme of life confounds me, things will be as things will be..
Hark the herald angels sing. "Glory to the newborn King". Peace on earth and mercy mild. God and sinners reconciled. . Joyful, all ye nations rise. Join the triumph of the skies.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,. the emblem of suffering and shame. and I love that old cross where the dearest and best. for a world of lost sinners was slain.
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea. Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free. Let us all be grateful for a land so fair. As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer.
I have good news to bring. And that is why I sing,. All my joys with you I will share.. Well I'm gonna take a trip. On the old gospel ship. And go sailing through the air..
While shepherds kept their watchin'. O'er silent flocks by night. Behold throughout the heavens. There shone a holy light. . Well, the shepherds feared and trembled.
I was laying on my belly on the middle of the living room floor. I was watching Howdy Doody so Im guessin it was right around four. When I saw my baby brother tumblin from the top of the stairs.
I stopped in the church to pray, It was the middle of the day. And I dont even know if I believe in God But I laid my soul on the table. And left that place believing I was able to pull back the curtain my old fears had drawn.
I walk for miles just to hear your voice. It isn't that I want to;. I don't have a choice. I see you made your way into my brain. I feel your hands take a hold of my chains.
I hear a bird, a little Derry bird. It well may be it's bringing me a cheering word. I feel a breeze, a River Shannon breeze. It well may be it's followed me across the seas.
Maybe someday, I'll go back again to Ireland. And my dear old wife would only pass away. She nearly has my heart broke with her naggin'. She's got a mouth as big as Galway Bay.
Precious child in my arms. how I yearn in my heart. to make it easier than it was for me. but we all have our times and our stairs we must climb. there is one thing I'm hoping you'll see.
Joseph was an old man and an old man was he,. and he has married Mary, the queen of Galilee,. and he has married Mary, the queen of Galilee. . As Joseph and Mary walked in the garden green,.
Maybe someday, I'll go back again to Ireland. And my dear old wife would only pass away. She nearly has my heart broke with her naggin'. She's got a mouth as big as Galway Bay.
I've been throwin' horseshoes over my left shoulder. I spent most all my life searchin' for that four-leaf clover. Yet you ran with me chasin' my rainbows.
There will be a happy meeting in Heaven, I know. When we see the many loved ones we've known here below. Gathered on that blessed hilltop with hearts all aglow.
It was Christmas eve, babe. In the drunk tank. An old man said to me. Won't see another one. . Then he sang a song. The rare 'Old Mountain Dew'. I turned my face away.
Sweet is the melody, so hard to come by. It's so hard to make every note bend just right. You lay down the hours and leave not one trace. But a tune for the dancing is there in it's place.
When the sun goes down o'er Dublin town. The colors last for hours, oh. The lights come on, the night's a song. And the streets all turn to gold. . A gentle mist all heaven kissed.
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care, And bids me, at my Father's throne, make all my wants and wishes known! In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, and oft escaped the tempters snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer..