Crosby
1. The happy prince High above the city on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince...
The happy prince High above the city on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince...
The happy prince Far away, far away in a little street there is a poor house...
The happy prince When day broke, he flew down to the river and had a bath...
The happy prince In the square below there stands a little Match Girl...
The happy prince So the swallow flew over the great city...
The happy prince Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the swallow picked off...
The happy prince The the snow came...
The happy prince Early the next morning, the Mayor was walking in the square below...
The happy prince Bring me the two most precious things in the city, said God to one of his angels
A Christmas Carol God rest ye merry gentlemen
A Christmas Carol Quickly I made myself ready for bed
A Christmas Carol There at my bed side
A Christmas Carol Wake up, man!
A Christmas Carol And looking up, I behald
Mr. Pickwick's Christmas I have the highest pleasure
Mr. Pickwick's Christmas But if they were cheerful and happy outside the house
Mr. Pickwick's Christmas We're all ready, I believe
Crosby
1. The Small One The same winter sun that dances on the northern snow...
The Small One The same winter sun that dances on the northern snow...
The Small One You see, Pablo, once upon a Christmas eve there was a small donkey...
The Small One Well, it was early afternoon when the small boy and his small donkey went through the town gates...
The Small One Well, the little boy and the little donkey left the marketplace, Pablo...
The Small One And so, Pablo, The Small One passed thorugh the town gates...
The Littlest Angel Once upon a time of many, many years ago...
The Littlest Angel But at length and at last, he slowly approached the doorway...
The Littlest Angel And then in all those timeless days that followed...
The Littlest Angel The angels, dark angels, the seraphim, the cherubim...
The Littlest Angel A small, rough, unsightly box...
The Littlest Angel The littlest angel wept hot, bitter tears...
The Littlest Angel Then suddenly, the voice of God, like divine music, rose through Paradise
Lullaby of Christmas This story is as old as Christmas...
Lullaby of Christmas Yes, Ay-You was without the gift of speech...
Lullaby of Christmas But the most stupendous and overwhelming thing of all, he'd be able to sing...
Lullaby of Christmas But morning after morning God disappointed him...
Lullaby of Christmas And then without the slightest warning of all came the dreadful day...
Lullaby of Christmas And so Ay-You tried to sing...
Lullaby of Christmas After a while he fell asleep...
Lullaby of Christmas Then Ay-You knew why he had been born never to speak until this moment
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