Tekst:
Keltski Woman

Away in a manger, No crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus Laid down His sweet head The stars in the bright sky Looked down where He lay The little

Christmas pipes, Christmas pipes Calling us home on Christmas night Call us from far, call us from near Oh play me your Christmas pipes Christmas bells

Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas

O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem; Come and behold him, Born the King of angels; [CHORUS] O come, let

Panis angelicus Fit panis hominum; Dat panis coelicus Figuris terminum O res mirabilis! Manducat Dominum Pauper, pauper, Servus et humilis. Pauper, pauper

Silent night, holy night! All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep

Come, they told me, parum pum pum pum, A new born King to see, parum pum pum pum, Our finest gifts we bring, parum pum pum pum, To lay before the King

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow.