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It’s Christmas in the jet set (a political song)
(Testo e musica di Roger Rossini)
The snow is falling down
as I walk out of the building,
ten years packed up in a box.
They said that’s how it goes
with the market’s ups and downs:
sonny, you best pull up your socks.
The holiday streetlights are so bright
the tree is looking quite a sight.
A drink would help me to forget
it’s Christmas in the jet set
I was a Wall Street wizard
I used to raise a million
just with a click of the mouse
My fortune’s vanished in thin air:
I don’t even know
if I have still got a house
Happy shoppers pass me by
smiling as they go,
some kids are playing in the snow.
Me, I’m feeling so upset:
it’s Christmas in the jet set
I walked all down 6th avenue
like I was in a trance,
now I’ve got to take a pause.
My arms are badly aching,
so I drop this stupid box
by a puzzled Santa Claus.
Now it’s snowing heavily
I’m standing here quite miserably
and my feet are getting wet,
It’s Christmas in the jet set.
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A child’s Christmas in Wales
(testo e musica di John Cale)
With mistletoe and candle green
to Halloween we go.
Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship
lends comedy to shame.
The cattle graze bold uprightly
seducing down the door
to saddle swords and meeting place
we have no place to go
Then wearily the footsteps worked
the hallelujah crowds
Too late but wait the long-legged bait,
tripped uselessly around
Sebastopol, Adrianapolis
the prayers of all combined
Take down the flags of ownership:
the walls are falling down
A belt to hold
Columbus too, perimeters of nails
Perceived the mamma's golden touch
Good neighbours were we all
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In the bleak midwinter
03:02
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In the bleak midwinter
(Musica di Gustav Holst, testo di Christina Rossetti)
In the bleak midwinter,
frosty wind made moan.
Earth stood hard as iron,
water like a stone.
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Angels and archangels
may have gathered there.
Cherubim and seraphim
thronged the air;
But His mother only,
in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the Beloved with a kiss.
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
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I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
(Testo e musica di John Rox)
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas,
only a hippopotamus will do.
I don't want a doll, no dinkey tinker toys
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas,
I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won't have to use a dirty chimney flue:
just bring him through the front door,
that's the easy thing to do
I can see me now on Christmas morning
creeping down the stairs:
Oh what joy, what surprise
when I open up my eyes
to see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas,
only a hippopotamus will do.
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses:
I only likes hippopotamuses
and hippopotamuses like me, too
Mom says a hippo would eat me up, but then
teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian
There's lots of room for him in our two-car garage:
I'd feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage.
I can see me now on Christmas morning
creeping down the stairs:
Oh what joy, what surprise
when I open up my eyes
to see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas,
only a hippopotamus will do.
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses:
I only likes hippopotamuses
and hippopotamuses like me, too
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Jingle bell rock
02:16
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Jingle bell rock
(Testo e musica di Joe Beal e Jim Booth)
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 a-mingle in the jingling feet,
that's the jingle bell rock
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Good king Wenceslas
02:12
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Good king Wenceslas
(Musica: canto tradizionale finlandese del XIII secolo, testo di John Mason Neale)
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
gath'ring winter fuel
"Hither, page, and stand by me
if thou know'st 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 will see him dine
when we bear him thither."
Page and monarch forth they went,
forth they went together
through the rude wind's wild lament
and the bitter weather
"Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger.
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly:
thou shalt find the winter's rage
freeze thy blood less coldly."
In his master's steps 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
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Greensleeves
02:55
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Greensleeves
(Musica e testo: canzone tradizionale inglese del XVI secolo)
Alas, my love, you do me wrong
to cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long
delighting in your company.
Your vows you've broken, like my heart
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
but my heart remains in captivity.
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
and who but my lady greensleeves?
My men were clothed all in green
and they did ever wait on thee
All this was gallant to be seen
and yet thou wouldst not love me.
Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu:
to God I pray to prosper thee,
for I am still thy lover true.
Come once again and love me.
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
and who but my lady greensleeves.
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We three kings of orient are
(Testo e musica di John Henry Hopkins)
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 night,
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
Pray'r and praising, all men raising
worship Him, God most high
O Star of wonder, star of night,
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 night,
star with royal beauty bright,
westward leading, still proceeding,
guide us to thy perfect light.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume.
Breathes of life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
sealed in the stone-cold tomb
O Star of wonder, star of night,
star with royal beauty bright,
westward leading, still proceeding,
guide us to thy perfect light.
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Santa Claus is comin’ to town
(Musica di J. Fred Coots, testo di Haven Gillespie)
You better watch out,
you better not cry,
you better not pout,
I’m telling you why:
Santa Claus is comin’ 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 comin’ 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:
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
The kids in girl and boyland
will have a jubilee,
they’re gonna build a toyland
all around the Christmas tree
You better watch out,
you better not cry,
you better not pout,
I’m telling you why:
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
You mean the big fat man
with the long white beard?
He’s comin’ to town.
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I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus
(Testo e musica di Tommie Connor)
I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus
underneath the mistletoe last night
She didn't see me creep down the stairs to have a peek
She thought that I was tucked up in my Bedroom fast asleep
Then I saw mommy tickle Santa Claus
underneath his beard so snowy white
What a laugh it would have been
if daddy had only seen
mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
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I'll be home for Christmas
(Musica di Walter Kent e Buck Ram, testo di Kim Gannon)
I'll be home for Christmas,
you can count on me.
Please have snow and mistletoe
and presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
if only in my dreams.
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Hark! The herald angels sing
(Musica di Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy, testo di Charles Wesley)
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 th' angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem."
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King!
Christ, by highest heav'n adored:
Christ, the everlasting Lord.
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favoured one.
Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see.
Hail, th'incarnate Deity:
Pleased, as man, with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel!
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King!
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