The Holiday Season
Oh, the holiday season is here at last; there’s a twinkle in the air.
Celebrate the future, celebrate the past. There is gladness everywhere.
Bells are ringing and folks are singing; everybody’s filled with good
cheer.
It’s the season of love; it’s the season of light. Oh, the holiday season is
finally here.
Oh, the holiday season is here tonight; look, the snow is coming down.
Celebrate the wonder, celebrate the light. There is joy all over town.
Bells are ringing and folks are singing; everybody’s filled with good
cheer.
It’s the season of love; it’s the season of light. Oh, the holiday season is
finally here.
I can always hear it; I know just when it starts. I can feel the sprit dancing
in my heart.
Oh, the holiday season is here at last; there’s a twinkle in the air.
Celebrate the future, celebrate the past. There is gladness everywhere.
Bells are ringing and folks are singing; everybody’s filled with good
cheer.
It’s the season of love; it’s the season of light.
Oh, the holiday season is finally, the holiday season is finally, the holiday
season is finally here!
Let’s Decorate the Christmas Tree
Let’s decorate the Christmas tree. The season’s finally here!
Let’s celebrate with all our friends. The best time of the year!
Bring the tinsel and ornaments, and hang them all around.
We’ll all join in to sing this song. Oh, hear our joyful sound!
O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree! How lovely are, your branches.
O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree! How lovely are your branches.
Your boughs are green in summer’s glow and do not fade in winter’s
snow.
O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree! How lovely are your branches.
Part 1
Let’s decorate the Christmas
tree. The season’s finally here!
Let’s celebrate with all our
friends. The best time of the
year!
Bring the tinsel and ornaments,
and hang them all around.
We’ll all join in to sing this
song. Oh, hear our joyful sound!
O Christmas tree! O Christmas
tree! How lovely are, Let’s
decorate the Christmas tree!
Yeah!
Part 2
O Christmas tree! O Christmas
tree! How lovely are, your
branches.
O Christmas tree! O Christmas
tree! How lovely are your
branches.
Your boughs are green in
summer’s glow and do not fade
in winter’s snow.
O Christmas tree! O Christmas
tree! How lovely are your
branches.
O Christmas tree! O Christmas
tree! How lovely are your
branches! Yeah!
Papa’s on the Housetop
Papa’s on the housetop stringing up lights, trying to get ready for
one big night.
The roof is cover with ice and snow. Papa’s up, look out below!
Papa no! Please don’t go! Papa no! Please don’t go!
Up on the housetop like Saint Nick! That icy roof is, oh, so slick!
Each and every year he does his best, Santa’s sleigh and all the
rest.
Blow up snowmen ten feet tall, maybe they will break his fall!
Papa no! Please don’t go! Papa no! Please don’t go!
Up on the housetop like Saint Nick! That icy roof is, oh, so slick!
Papa’s tangle up in an awful mess, better send an S.O.S.
He’s getting near the satellite dish, Get down safely is my wish.
Papa’s on the housetop stringing up lights, trying to get ready for
one big night.
The roof is cover with ice and snow. Papa’s up, look out below!
Papa no! Please don’t go! Papa no! Please don’t go!
Up on the housetop like Saint Nick! That icy roof is, oh, so slick!
Dad I love that neon star. Papa you’re the best by far!
Good King Wenceslas
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, Tho’ the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, Gathering 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 food and drink sublime, Bring me pin logs hither.
Thou and I shall see him dine, When we bear them thither.
Page and monarch, forth they went, Forth they went together
Through the rude wind’s wild lament, And bitter weather.
Sire, the night is darker now, And the wind grows 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, people, all be sure, Wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing.
Hope’s the Thing
Hope is a song that dances along in my head and in my heart.
Hope is a thing that makes me sing, and gives my day a start!
Could there be a reason lights are sparkling everywhere?
Could there be a reason that hope is floating in the air?
Hope’s a thing! Hope’s a thing! Gall or summer, winter or spring:
Hope makes me Sing!
Hope is a sound that’s spinning around. It’s inside of everything.
Hope is a light that burns so bright, it makes everyone sing!
Could there be a reason lights are sparkling everywhere?
Could there be a reason that hope is floating in the air?
Hope’s a thing! Hope’s a thing! Fall or summer, winter or spring:
Hope makes me Sing!
Fall or summer, winter or spring: Hope makes me Sing!
Seasons of Love
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes,
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes,
how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee; in inches,
in miles in laughter, in strife?
in, five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes,
how do you measure a year in the life?
How about, love? How about, love? How about, love?
Measure in love. Seasons of love, seasons of love.
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes,
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred journeys to plan.
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes;
how do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
How about, love? How about, love? How about, love?
Measure in love. Seasons of love, seasons of love.
Seasons of love, seasons of love.
The Hanukah Song (We Are Lights)
A lamp that keeps on burning, a miracle they say;
but the world has kept on turning are there miracles today?
Every one who lights the candles has a bit of ancient spark.
We are miracles, lighting up the dark.
We are lights, lights of memory remembering times long gone.
We are glowing, growing miracles.
We are lights, we are lights, we are lights, shining on and on.
A row of burning candles shins light upon your face,
linking you and me and all of us to a far off holy place.
But the blazing of the candles is not the only light.
Look all of us, shining here tonight.
We are lights, lights of memory remembering times long gone.
We are glowing, growing miracles.
We are lights, we are lights, we are lights, shining on and on.