memoirs: a trilogy
Singer:smith, michael w.
or travel down your own road
hear what your heart says
still you decide which way to go
dancing in distant corridors
with the tears of hearts undone
give us the key to any door
as we learn to win and love
still we hear what we want to hear
our life is ours to choose
good king wenceslaus 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
gathering winter fuel. hither page and stand by me if thou knowst it telling
where and what his dwelling?
he lives a good league hence
right against the forest fence
by saint agnes' fountain. bring me flesh and bring me wine
thou and i will see him dine when we bear them thither
page and monarch forth they went
through the rude winds wild lament
and the bitter weather. sire the night is darker now
and the wind blows stronger
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. angels we have heard on high
sweetly singing o'er the plains
and the mountains in reply
echo back their joyus strains
gloria o gloria in excelsis deo
come to bethlehem and see
him whose birth the angels sing
come adore on bended knee
christ the lord the newborn king
gloria o gloria in excelsis deo
angels we have heard on high
sweetly singing o'er the plains
jesus lord of heav'n and earth
with us sing our savior's birth
gloria o gloria in exelsis deo