Christmas Carol Medley: (a) Deck The Halls (b) Away In A Manger (c) I Saw Three Ships (d) Good King Wenceslas (e) We Three Kings Of Orient Are (f) Angels We Have Heard On High

Christmas Carol Medley: Deck The Halls / Away in a Manger / I Saw Three Ships / Good King Wenceslas / We Three Kings of Orient Are / Angels We Have Heard On High - Bing Crosby (平克·勞斯)

Ahh

Deck the halls with boughs of holly

Fa la la la la la la la la

'Tis the season to be jolly

Fa la la la la la la la la

Don we now our gay apparel

Fa la la la la la la la la

Troll the ancient Yuletide carol

Fa la la la la la la la la

See the blazing yule before us

Fa la la la la la la la la

Strike the harp and join the chorus

Fa la la la la la la la

Follow me in merry measure

Fa la la la la la la la la

While I tell of Yuletide treasure

Fa la la la la la la la la

Away in a manger

No crib for His bed

The little Lord Jesus

Lay down His sweet head

The stars in the sky

Look down where He lay

The little Lord Jesus

Asleep on the hay

The cattle are lowing

The poor Baby wakes

But little Lord Jesus

No crying He makes

I love Thee Lord Jesus

Look down from the sky

And stay by my side

'Til morning is nigh

I saw three ships come sailing in

On Christmas Day on Christmas Day

I saw three ships come sailing in

On Christmas Day in the morning

Wither sailed those ships all three

On Christmas Day on Christmas Day

Wither sailed those ships all three

On Christmas Day in the morning

Oh they sailed into Bethlehem

On Christmas Day on Christmas Day

They sailed into Bethlehem

On Christmas Day in the morning

And all the bells on earth shall ring

On Christmas Day on Christmas Day

And all the bells on earth shall ring

On Christmas Day in the morning

Ohh

Good King Wenceslas looked out

On the Feast of Stephen

When the snow lay round about

Deep and crisp and even

Brightly shone the moon that night

Though the frost was cruel

When a poor man came in sight

Gathering winter fuel

Sire the night is darker now

And the wind blows stronger

Fails my heart I know not how

I can go no longer

Mark my footsteps good my page

Tread thou in them boldly

Thou shall find the winters rage

Freeze thy blood less coldly

In his masters step he trod

Where the snow lay dinted

Heat was in the very sod

Which the Saint had printed

Therefore Christian men be sure

Wealth or rank possessing

Ye who now will bless the poor

Shall yourselves find blessing

We three kings of Orient are

Bearing gifts we traverse far

Field and fountain

Moor and mountain

Following yonder star

Oh star of wonder star of might

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading

Still proceeding

Guide us to thy perfect light

Ahh

Angels we have heard on high

Sweetly singing o'er the plains

And the mountains in reply

Echoing their joyous strains

Lord

Oh in excelsis Deo