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The

the footsteps
Or down your own road
Designing fate
Hear what your heart
you decide which way to go
Your life's an gate

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

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

(REPEAT CHORUS)

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

Good King

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

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

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

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

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

Hark the Herald Sing

Angels we heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the
And the in reply
Echo back their joyus

Gloria O in excelsis Deo (x4)

to Bethlehem and see
(Gloria O Gloria)
Him whose birth the sing
(Gloria O Gloria)
Come on bended knee
the Lord the newborn king

Gloria O Gloria in Deo (x4)

Angels we have on high
(Gloria O Gloria)
Sweetly singing the plains
(Gloria O Gloria)
Jesus Lord of heav'n and
With us our Savior's birth

Gloria O Gloria in Deo (x8)