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thus that you passed o'er the bound'ries of time

Gone are the hours when the heavens entire
Flowed rivers of milk and grew flowers of fire
O'er your

And in this state she gallops night by night through lovers' brains
And then they dream of love; o'er courtiers' knees
O'er lawyers' fingers, o'er ladies'

As lately we watched o'er our fields through the night,
a star there was seen of such glorious light
all through the night, angels did sing
in carols

Words of good cheer
From everywhere
Filling the air

Oh how they pound,
Raising the sound,
O'er hill and dale,
Telling their tale

On on they send,

what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh

Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go,
Laughing all the way
Bells

Filling the air.

Oh how they pound, 
Raising their sound, 
O'er hill and dale, 
Telling their tale.

Gaily they ring
While people sing 
Songs of good

those old war tunes,
and the G. A. R. would shout,
Hip Hip Hooray! in the same old way,
As it sounded on the old camp ground.

That boy has sailed o'er

my sleep at night
All those nightmares
You gave to me, you gave them to me
You gave them to me

Save me
I am sore and cold
Come o'er
A disaster tale be

reply
And greet, from all their holy heights
The Day-Spring from on high.

O'er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm
And Sharon waves, in

hast lowly lain,
Who dost now in glory o'er all kingdoms reign,
Gather in the heathen who in lands afar
Ne'er have seen the brightness of Thy guiding

gloated o'er
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser,

let the rains weep o'er our halls
We have naught to fear
The rains fall down, the roses bud
So let it flood
We are not the Reynes of Castamere
Why won't

You may travel far far from your own native home
Faraway o'er the mountain, faraway o'er the foam
But of all the fine places that I've ever seen
Sure

gonna play that show

Well I'm rollin' on back through the Adirondack
Making my way o'er the Siskiyou pass
Wandering the Wasatch, a song in my hand
Gonna

that great thing I know
This delights and stirs me so
Faith in Him who died to save
Him who triumphed o'er the grave
Jesus Christ, the Crucified

Who is

the death march as the fire engines scream
Take me to the valley and lay the sod o'er me
The world's greatest cowboy has gone to our dreams 

They say it was

the air)
O, how they pound, raising the sound
O'er hill and dale, telling their tale

Gaily they ring, while people sing
Songs of good cheer, christmas is

If you don't like what you do
Why not change?
If you don't do what you like
Why not change?
It's like standing on top of the world
O'er again it's in

the many be made whole
As great as the height of heaven o'er the earth
So great is the Father's love for us
As far as the farthest east is from the west
So

O, the fear of a false horizon
O, the years under empty skies
O'er the field of a white flag waving
How we wept 'til we woke inside
You and I
You

At Boolavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbours from

away
I can turn this thing around
Let me Run Run
Let me Run Run
Let me Run
To the River
Let me soar
Through the skies
Let me fly
O'er the Mountains
Let

you are fun and free
Saturday, you'll steal me, slowly
Sunday, you're so slippery
Like oil all o'er the pump, baby, oh
My film noir hero, I will treat

I know he would
I know he would
That he would come o'er if I call
I know he would
I know he would 
I know he would
I know he would
I know he would