Christmas Memories

Panis angelicus fit panis hominum;
Dat panis coelicus figuris terminum:
O res mirabilis! manducat cominum.
Pauper, pauper, servus et humilis,
Pauper, pauper, servus et humilis.

Panis angelicus fit panis himinum;
Dat panis coelicus figuris terminum:
O res mirabilis! manducat dominum.
Pauper, pauper, servus et humilis,
Pauper, pauper, servus, servus et humilis

The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a berry,
As sweet as any flower,
And mary bore sweet jesus christ,
To be our sweet saviour.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a berry,
As red as any blood;
And mary bore sweet jesus christ,
For to do us sinners good.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn,
And mary bore sweet jesus christ,
On christmas day in the morn'.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a bark,
As bitter as any gall;
And mary bore sweet jesus christ,
For to redeem us all.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.

The christmas season here at last
I wish you peace and joy
I'll sing this song of times long gone
And pray you will enjoy
For the fondest memories i recall
Were on a christmas morn'
When my dear father sang his songs
And christ the king was born

The songs he sang so loudly rang
Throughout our happy house
But when mother took her turn,
He sat as quietly as a mouse
The fondest memories i recall
Were on a christmas morn'
How mother sang the sweetest songs
And christ the king was born.

I am my father's son you know
And i sing on christmas day
I sing a song to days long gone
And those who've passed away
I have four children proud and strong
And they have children too
And on christmas morn they sing along
Just like we use to do
The fondest memories we shall have
Take place on christmas morn'
My children's children sing their songs
And christ the king is born.

Ave maria gratia plena
Maria gratia plena
Maria gratia plena
Ave, ave dominus
Dominus tecum
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus
Et benedictus frutus ventris
Ventris tui jesus
Ave maria

Ave maria mater dei
Ora pro nobis pecatoribus
Ora, ora pro nobis
Ora ora pro nobis pecatoribus
Nunc et in hora mortis
In hora mortis nostrae
In hora mortis, mortis nostrae
In hora mortis nostrae
Ave maria

Deck the halls (with boughs of holly)
Noel nouvelet
Patapan
The angels and the shepherds
We wish you a merry christmas

How old was i, 5 or 6 or so
The innocent years, long ago
Father on a chair reaching up so far
Crowning the tree, with that old tin star
And it shines so pretty diamonds in the sun
Nothin' but good things will ever come
Little boy don't grow up stay as sweet as you are
So you still gaze in wonder at that old tin star.

I grew up and i found a place to live
As i unpacked my things i found a gift
And it felt like home, though i'd come so far
For there in my hands was that old tin star
And it shines so pretty, diamonds in the sun
Nothing but good things, will ever come
Little boy don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are
So you still gaze in wonder, at that old tin star.

I have kids of my own and troubles i've had some
I've cried my tears and i've had my fun
I climb that chair and i reach out so far
And my son looks up at that old tin star
And it shines so pretty, diamonds in the sun
Nothing but good things will ever come
Little boy don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are
So you still gaze in wonder, at that old tin star.

Lo how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
Of jesse's lineage coming
As seers of old have sung
It came a blossom bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half spent was the night

Isaiah 'twas foretold it
The rose i have in mind
With mary we behold it
The virgin mother kind
To show god's love a right
She bore to us a savior
When half spent was the night

O flower whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air
Dispel in glorious splendor
The darkness everywhere
True man yet very god
From sin and death now save us
And share our every load

O little town of bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep,
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
The ever lasting light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.

For christ is born of mary,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep the angels keep
Their watch of wond'ring love.
O morning stars together,
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to god the king,
And peace to men on earth.

How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is giv'n!
So god imparts to human hearts
The blessings of his heav'n.
No ear may hear his coming;
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still,
The dear christ enters in.

O holy child of bethlehem,
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin, and enter in,
Be born in us today.
We heard the christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our lord emmanuel.