Lyrics:
and change your attitude
Lambkin clouds passing by out of the blue
Behind the shroud there's a summer sky with a heavenly view
Sacred chalice filled with
It is he
Christ who is born today
Hear him crying
In the manger
King of Heaven
Son of God
Alleluia, Alleluia
There he lies
There with the lambkin
enviable, brother-in-law?
Your lambkin staying with me
Is she desirable, brother-in-law?
The golden saddle, rein, and bit
Are they enviable,
a sigh and wiped her eye
And over the hillocks went rambling
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should
To tack again each to its lambkin
Bah,
of Christmas, sing we now Noel
Angels called to shepherds
Leave your flocks at rest
Journey forth to Bethlehem
Find the lambkin blest
Sing we Noel, the King is
the photographs
Shall I take you to the farm to watch the lambkins?
Crochet, knit or watch TV?
Floral dress or skirt and blouse on?
I'll guess, like in
Angels called to shepherds
"Leave your flocks at rest
Bethlehem, your journey
Find the lambkin blest"
Kneeling at the manger
Glory all about
Holy child
"Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
Praise the Lord!"
2. Their fleecy flocks are gathered round,
All lying on the frosty ground,
And new-born lambkins may be
her reign
And pledged her their godheads to warrant it good
A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war
The pride of her kindred, the heroine grew
Her
the hillocks went rambling
and tried what she could, as a shepherdess should
to tack each again to its lambkin
outspread
While Joseph stoops him from above
cnd watches at thy head
The lambkins in the stall so nigh
That thou may sleep
Have hushed their cry
cnd when
sleeping on Big D's bed, made of horsehair, riding a Vegan chick from behind with a lambkin inside, hair gripped with my right, pillow down, head up, banging
lambkin, three burdened with crime
And the youngest, Angelica, who womb-laden died
From this point forth, Margaret, in tireless stretch
Ended up like
Live show rapping like Graham Lambkin
Niggas ain't really like that, just do it for the branding
Vacuous, told her I'm a cancer
Not my sign, my
appears
Three lambkins graze three years
They killed three little maids, to see what was in their hearts
The third was filled with wretchedness
like the air I'm breathing day by day
I'll lead you - my lambkins, my dear children
I'll thrill you - I'm the twilight of the gods
I kill you - as I
her eye,
And over the hillocks went rambling,
And tried what she could,
As a shepherdess should,
To tack again each to its lambkin.
and wiped her eye
And over the hillocks went rambling
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should
To tack each again to its lambkin
Little Bo-Peep
Whither, fairest, art thou running,
Still my warm embraces shunning?
The lion calls not to his prey,
Nor bids the wolf the lambkin stay.
Thee,
He sat down in the grass and he was dreaming away
To a world of seamen and boats
He snoozed in the sun til he suddenly spied
A lambkin head cut in
and wiped her eye
And over the hillocks went rambling
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should
To tack each again to its lambkin
Little Bo-Peep
went rambling,
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
To tack each again to its lambkin.)
She ran through the trees, our Little Bo-Peep
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