Carol of the Birds
Out on the plains the Brolgas are dancing
Lifting their feet like war-horses prancing
Up to the sun the wood larks go winging
Faint in the dawn light echoes their singing
Orana, Orana, Orana to Christmas Day
Down where the tree ferns grow by the river
There where the waters sparkle and quiver
Deep in the gullies bell birds are chiming
Softly and sweetly their lyric notes rhyming
Orana, Orana, Orana to Christmas Day
Friar birds sip the nectar of flowers
Currawongs chant in wattle tree bowers
In the blue ranges lorikeets calling
Carol of bush birds rising and falling
Orana, Orana, Orana to Christmas Day.
Hark the Herald Angels Sing
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;
With angelic hosts proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem!”
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”
Hail the heav’nly Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris’n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”
Away in a Manger
Away in a manger
No crib for a bed
The little lord Jesus laid down his sweet head
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing
The baby awakes
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.
Be near me Lord Jesus
I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children
In thy tender care
And take us to heaven to live with thee there.
Good King Wenceslas
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
Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes fountain.
Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I shall see him dine
When we bear them thither.
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude winds wild lament
And the bitter weather
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In his master’s 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.
Infant Holy
Infant holy, infant lowly,
for His bed a cattle stall;
oxen lowing, little knowing
Christ, the babe, is Lord of all
Swift are winging angels singing,
noels ringing, tidings bringing:
Christ the babe is Lord of all!
Christ the babe is Lord of all!
Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping
vigil till the morning new
saw the glory, heard the story,
tidings of the gospel true.
Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow,
praises voicing, greet the morrow:
Christ the babe was born for you;
Christ the babe was born for you.
We Three Kings of Orient Are
We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, voices raising,
Worshiping God on high.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Summer Wonderland
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?
Sunburn stings, ice blocks glistening
The beautiful sight of barbies alight
Strolling through a Summer Wonderland
Pour the sav in the sunshine
Serve the pav up at lunchtime
Pop the bubbles for nan, pineapples on ham
Strolling through a Summer Wonderland
In the avro we can grab the wickets
And plastic cricket bat you brother found
Backyard full of all you distant rellies
So, we pass the can of mozzie spray around
Later on, sun is falling and you drunk Uncle’s snoring
We’ll hear the birds in the trees and feel the warm breeze
Strolling through the Summer
Strolling through the Summer
Strolling through the Summer Wonderland.
Claus Santa is coming to Town
You better watch out
You better not cry
Your better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He’s making a list
He’s checking it twice
He’s gonna find out who’s naughty or nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I’m telling you why
‘Cause Santa Claus is coming
Santa Claus is coming
Santa Claus is coming to town!
Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer
Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows
All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games
Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say
“Rudolph with your nose so bright
Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”
Then how the reindeers loved him
As they shouted out with glee
“Rudolph the Red nosed reindeer
You’ll go down in history!
You’ll go down in history!”
Must Be Santa
Question?
Santa’s got a beard that’s long and white.
Question?
Santa comes around on a special night
Special night - Beard that’s white
Must be Santa, Must be Santa
Must be Santa, Santa Claus
Question?
Santa wears boots and a suit of red
Question?
Santa wears a long cap on his head
Cap on head – Suit that’s red
Special night - Beard that’s white
Must be Santa, Must be Santa
Must be Santa, Santa Claus
Question?
Santas got a big red cherry nose
Question?
Santa laughs this way ‘Ho Ho Ho.”
Ho Ho Ho – Cherry Nose
Cap on head – Suit that’s red
Special night - Beard that’s white
Must be Santa, Must be Santa
Must be Santa, Santa Claus
Question?
Santa very soon will come our way
Question?
Santa’s little reindeer pull his sleigh
Reindeer sleigh – come our way
Ho Ho Ho – Cherry nose
Cap on head – Suit that’s red
Special night - Beard that’s white
Must be Santa, Must be Santa
Must be Santa, Santa Claus
Must be Santa, Must be Santa
Must be Santa, Santa Claus
Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancing and prancing in jingle bell square
In the frosty air
What a bright time, it’s the right time to rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time to go gliding in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy up, jingle horse pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle in jingling beat
That’s a jingle bell
That’s a jingle bell
That’s a jingle bell rock!
Jingle Bells
Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh
O’er the fields we go, laughing all the way
Bells on Bob-tail ring, making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight
Jingle bells, Jingle bells, Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, Jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride on a one-horse open sleigh
Oh, what fun it is to ride on a one-horse open sleigh!