Our father. Which art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. . Thy will be done on earth. As it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread.
I pray you'll be our eyes. And watch us where we go. And help us to be wise. In times when we don't know. . Let this be our prayer. As we go our way. Lead us to a place.
Hush bye bye, don't you cry. Go to sleepy little baby. When you wake you shall have. All the pretty little horses. . Hush bye bye, don't you cry. Go to sleepy little baby.
From "die fledermaus". . My dear marquis, why must you be,. So loyal throughout your hours?. When you stop and stare. Take a lot more care. And close this road to lies..
Come, they told me pa-rum pum pum pum. Our newborn King to see, pa-rum pum pum pum. Our finest gifts we bring pa-rum pum pum pum. To lay before the King pa-rum pum pum pum.
Ah! je ris de me voir. si belle en ce miroir,. Ah! je ris de me voir. si belle en ce miroir,. Est-ce toi, Marguerite,. est-ce toi?. Rponds-moi, rponds-moi,.
It is the last rose of summer left blooming alone. All her lovely companions are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh. To reflect back her blushes or give sigh for sigh.
Lully, 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.
The first Noel, the angels did say. Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay. In fields where they lay keeping their sheep. On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Hunan blentyn, are fy mynwes. Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon. Breichiau mam sy'n dyn amdanat. Cariad mam sy dan fy mron. Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun. Ni wna undyn a thi gam.
Chesnusts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos. . Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe.
Summertime. And de livin is easy. Fish are jumpin. An de cotton is high. Oh yo daddy's rich. An yo ma's good lookin. So hush little baby don you cry. .
There's a place for us. Somewhere a place for us. Peace and quiet and open air. Wait for us. Somewhere. . There's a time for us. Some day a time for us.
Songs my mother taught me. In the days long vanish'd. Seldom from her eyelids. Were the teardrops banish'd. . Now I teach my children. Each melodious measure.
Silent night! holy night!. All is calm, all is bright,. Round yon virgin mother and child,. Holy infant so tender and mild,. Sleep in heavenly peace [Repeat: x2].
Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring-ting tingle-ing, too,. Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.. . Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "Yoo hoo".
Well I don't really mind. Where you want to go. 'Cause everybody sometimes. Feels the need to be alone. Now it's a temporary breakdown. When there's nothing left to say.
The lord is my shepherd, there is nothing I shall want. Fresh and green are the pastures where he gives me repose. Near restful waters he leads me to revive my dropping spirit.
My young love said to me "my mother won't mind. And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind". And she stepped away from me and this she did say.