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| 2:34 | 
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The angel Gabriel from Heaven came His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame; "All hail", said he, "Thou lowly maiden Mary," Most highly favoured lady, Gloria! "For known a blessed Mother thou shalt be, All generations laud and honour thee, Thy Son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold, Most highly favoured lady," Gloria! Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head, "To me be as it pleaseth God," she said, "My soul shall laud and magnify his holy name," Most highly favoured lady, Gloria! (Trad.) |
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| 2. |
| 3:29 |
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A soul cake, a soul cake, Please, good missus, a soul cake. An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry, Any good thing to make us all merry, A soul cake, a soul cake, Please, good missus, a soul cake. One for Peter, two for Paul, And three for Him that made us all. God bless the master of this house And the mistress also And all the little children That round your table grow; The cattle in your stable, The dogs at your front door, And all that dwell within your gates We'll wish you ten times more. A soul cake, a soul cake... Go down into the cellar And see what you can find; If the barrels are not empty We'll hope that you'll be kind; We'll hope that you'll be kind With your apple and your pear, And we'll come no more a-soulin' Till Christmas time next year. A soul cake, a soul cake... The streets are very dirty, Me shoes are very thin, I have a little pocket To put a penny in; If you haven't got a penny A ha'penny will do, If you haven't got a ha'penny Then God bless you. A soul cake, a soul cake... (Music & Lyrics by Paul Stookey, Tracey Batteast and Elene Mezzetti) |
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| 3. |
| 4:04 |
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There is no rose of such virtue As is the rose that bare Jesu; Alleluia. For in this rose contained it was Heaven and earth in little space; Alleluia.. There is no rose... By that rose we may well see That he is God in persons three, Alleluia. There is no rose... The angels sungen the shepherds to: Gloria in excelsis deo: Alleluia. There is no rose... Leave we all this worldly mirth, And follow we this joyful birth; Alleluia. There is no rose... Alleluia, res miranda, Pares forma, gaudeamus, Alleluia. (Anon.) |
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| 4. |
| 3:44 |
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Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing, And the corn it ripens fastest when the frost is settling in, And when a woman tells me my face she'll soon forget, Before we'll part, I'll wage a croon, she's fain to follow't yet. Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing, And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring; But when spring goes, and winter blows, my lassie you'll be fain, For all your pride, to follow me across the stormy main. Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing, And the bee that flew when summer shone, in winter cannot sting; I've seen a woman's anger melt betwixt the night and morn, Oh it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn. Oh, never say me farewell here, no farewell I'll receive, And you shall set me to the stile and kiss and take your leave; I'll stay until the curlew calls and the martlet takes his wing, Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing. |
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| 4:39 |
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All day we fought the tides between the North Head and the South All day we hauled the frozen sheets, to 'scape the storm's wet mouth All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain and dread, For very life and nature we tacked from head to head. Thograinn Thograinn Thograinn thograinn bhith dol dhachaidh (I wish we were going home) E ho ro e ho ro Gu Sgoirebreac a chruidh chaisfhinn (To Scorrybreck of the white-footed cattle) E ho hi ri ill iu o Ill iu o thograinn falbh Gu Sgoirebreac a' chruidh chais-fhionn (To Scorrybreck of the white-footed cattle) E ho ro e ho ro Ceud soraidh bhuam mar bu dual dhomh (The first blessing from me, as is my right) We gave the South a wider berth, for there the tide-race roared; But every tack we made we brought the North Head close aboard: We saw the cliffs and houses, and the breakers running high, And the coastguard in his garden, his glass against his eye. The frost was on the village roofs as white as ocean foam; The good red fires were burning bright in every 'longshore home; The windows sparkled clear, and the chimneys volleyed out; And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vessel went about. The bells upon the church were rung with a mighty jovial cheer; For it's just that I should tell you how (of all days in the year) This day of our adversity was blessed Christmas morn, And the house above the coastguard's was the house where I was born. And well I knew the talk they had, the talk that was of me, Of the shadow on the household and the son that went to sea; And O the wicked fool I seemed, in every kind of way, To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed Christmas Day. (Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson, Music by Sting and Mary Macmaster) |
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| 2:43 |
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Lo, how a rose e'er blooming From tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming, As men of old have sung. It came, a flow'ret bright, Amid the cold of winter When half-spent was the night. Isaiah 'twas foretold it, This Rose I have in mind. With Mary we behold it, The Virgin Mother so sweet and so kind. To show God's love aright, She bore to men a Saviour, When half-spent was the night. (Music by Michael Praetorius, English Translation by Theodore Baker)) |
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| 3:16 |
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What Power art thou who from below Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow From beds of everlasting snow? See'st thou not how stiff and wondrous old, Far unfit to bear the bitter cold, I can scarcely move or draw my breath? Let me, let me freeze again to death (Music by Henry Purcell, Lyrics by John Dryden) |
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| 8. |
| 2:45 |
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As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow ; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear ; Who, scorchëd with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed. Alas, quoth he, but newly born in fiery heats I fry, Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I! My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns, Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns ; The fuel justice layeth on, and mercy blows the coals, The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defilèd souls, For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good, So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood. With this he vanished out of sight and swiftly shrunk away, And straight I callèd unto mind that it was Christmas day. (Music by Chris Wood, Lyrics by Robert Southwell) |
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| 3:06 |
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Now Winter comes Slowly, Pale, Meager and Old First trembling with Age, and then quiv'ring with Cold; Benumb'd with hard Frosts, and with Snow cover'd o'er, Prays the Sun to Restore him, and Sings as before. (Music by Henry Purcell, Lyrics by Thomas Betterton) |
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| 10. |
| 5:51 |
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Mercury falling I rise from my bed, Collect my thoughts together I have to hold my head It seems that she's gone And somehow I am pinned by The Hounds of Winter Howling in the wind I walk through the day My coat around my ears I look for my companion I have to dry my tears It seems that she's gone Leaving me too soon I'm as dark as December I'm as cold as the Man in the Moon I still see her face As beautiful as day It's easy to remember Remember my love that way All I hear is that lonesome sound The Hounds of Winter They follow me down I can't make up the fire The way that she could I spend all my days In the search for dry wood Board all the windows and close the front door I can't believe she won't be here anymore I still see her face As beautiful as day It's easy to remember Remember my love that way All I hear is that lonesome sound The Hounds of Winter They follow me down A season for joy A season for sorrow Where she's gone I will surely, surely follow She brightened my day She warmed the coldest night The Hounds of Winter They got me in their sights I still see her face As beautiful as day It's easy to remember Remember my love that way All I hear is that lonesome sound The Hounds of Winter They harry me down (Music & Lyrics by Sting) |
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| 3:11 |
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O my deare hert, young Jesu sweit, Prepare thy creddil in my spreit And I sall rock thee in my hert, And never mair from thee depert. But I sall praise thee evermore With sangis sweit unto thy gloir. The knees of my hert sall I bow, And sing that richt Balulalow. (Music by Peter Warlock, Lyrics Trad.) |
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| 3:12 |
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When Joseph was an old man, an old man was he, He courted Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee. When Joseph and Mary were walking one day, Here is apples and cherries so fair to behold. Then Mary spoke to Joseph so meek and so mild: "Joseph, gather me some cherries, for I am with child." Then Joseph flew in anger, in anger he flew: "O let the father of the baby gather cherries for you." Well, the cherry-tree bowed low down, bowed down to the ground, And Mary gathered cherries while Joseph stood down. Then Joseph took Mary all on his right knee, Crying, "Lord, have mercy for what I have done." When Joseph was an old man, an old man was he, He courted Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee. (Trad.) |
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| 2:50 |
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Hush child Let your mommy sleep in to the night until we rise Hush child Let me soothe the shining tears that gather in your eyes Hush child I won`t leave I`ll stay with you to cross this Bridge of Sighs Hush child I can`t help the look of accusation in your eyes in your eyes The world is broken now All in sorrow Wise men hang their heads Hush child Let your mommy sleep in to the night until we rise Hush child All the strength I`ll need to fight, I`ll find inside your eyes In your eyes The world is broken now All in sorrow Wise men hang their heads Hush child Let your mommy sleep in to the night until we rise Hush child All the strength I`ll need to fight, I`ll find inside your eyes In your eyes |
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| 2:51 |
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In the snow there Stands a hurdy gurdy man, With his frozen fingers Plays as best he can. Barefoot on the ice He shuffles to and fro And his empty plate It only fills with snow. No one wants to hear His hurdy gurdy song, Hungry dogs surround him and before too long He will fall asleep and then before too long He'll just let it happen, happen come what may. Play his hurdy gurdy till his dying day, Watching you, old man, I see myself in you. One day I will play This hurdy gurdy too. (Music by Franz Schubert, Poem by Wilhelm Müller, English Adaptation by Sting) |
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| 2:35 |
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Always this winter child, December's sun sits low against the sky Cold light on frozen fields, The cattle in their stable lowing. When two walked this winter road, Ten thousand miles seemed nothing to us then, Now one walks with heavy tread The space between their footsteps slowing All day the snow did fall, What's left of the day is close drawn in, I speak your name as if you'd answer me, But the silence of the snow is deafening How well do I recall our arguments, Our logic owed no debts or recompense, Philosophy and faith were ghosts That we would chase until The gates of heaven were broken But something makes me turn, I don't know, To see another's footsteps there in the snow, I smile to myself and then I wonder why it is You only cross my mind in winter (Music by B..., Lyrics by S...) |
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