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The

the footsteps
Or down your own road
Designing your
what your heart says
Still you which way to go
Your an open gate

(CHORUS)
'Le bon et 'le mal
are the voices
We somme liberti'
We make the

Echoes of
Dancing in corridors
With the tears of hearts
we chase after
Give us the key to any
We are we become

(REPEAT CHORUS)

and reaching
We face the calm, we the fear
As we learn to win and
and speaking
Still we hear we want to hear
Our life is to choose

Good King

Good King Wenceslaus looked out on the of Stephen.
the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, winter fuel.

page and stand by me if thou knowst it telling
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.

Bring me flesh and me wine, bring me pinelogs hither
and I will see him dine when we bear them thither
Page and monarch forth they went, forth they together
Through the rude winds wild lament, and the weather.

Sire the night is darker now, and the wind blows
Fails my heart, I not how, I can go no longer.
Mark my footsteps my good page, tread in them boldly
shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly.

In his master's steps he trod the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod the saint had printed
Christian men be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor, yourselves find blessing.

Hark the Herald Angels

Angels we heard on high
Sweetly singing the plains
And the mountains in
Echo back their joyus

Gloria O Gloria in Deo (x4)

to Bethlehem and see
(Gloria O Gloria)
Him whose the angels sing
(Gloria O Gloria)
adore on bended knee
Christ the the newborn king

Gloria O Gloria in Deo (x4)

Angels we heard on high
(Gloria O Gloria)
Sweetly o'er the plains
(Gloria O Gloria)
Lord of heav'n and earth
With us sing our Savior's

Gloria O in exelsis Deo (x8)