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

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

Echoes of
Dancing in distant
With the tears of undone
Dreams we after
us the key to any door
We are we become

(REPEAT CHORUS)

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

Good King

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

Hither page and stand by me if thou knowst it
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 and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs hither
Thou and I will see him dine when we bear them
Page and monarch forth went, forth they went together
the rude winds wild lament, and the bitter 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
Thou shalt find the rage freeze thy blood less coldly.

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

the Herald Angels Sing

Angels we have on high
Sweetly singing the plains
And the in reply
back their joyus strains

Gloria O Gloria in Deo (x4)

to Bethlehem and see
(Gloria O Gloria)
Him birth the angels sing
(Gloria O Gloria)
Come adore on bended
Christ the Lord the king

Gloria O Gloria in Deo (x4)

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

Gloria O in exelsis Deo (x8)