O holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of the dear Savior's birth!. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth..
In my left hand there is the familiar. In my right hand there's the great unknown. I can see the madly different grass there. But I'm drawn to wilder nights at home.
Shout-out from the bottom of my lungs. A plague on both your houses. This thing, it's a family affair. It's drawing out my weakness. . Big boys don't cry.
On either side of the river lie. Long fields of barley and of rye,. That clothe the world and meet the sky;. And thro' the field the road run by. . To many-towered Camelot;.