My young love said to me " My mother won't mind. And my father won't slight for your lack of kind. And he stepped away from me and this he did say. "It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.
What child is this. Who laid to rest. On Mary's lap is sleeping. Whom Angels greet. With anthems sweet. While shepherds watch are keeping. . This is winter's gift.
Candle, candle. Are the children safe now?. Unlike they were long ago. Candle, candle. Are the children safe now?. Sing their song of long ago. . Candle, candle.
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya,. Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya,. Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.. Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya,. someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaja..
January, February, March, April, May. June, July. January, February, March, April, May. June, July. . August, September, October. November, December. August, September, October.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,. How I wonder what you are.. Up above the world so high,. Like a diamond in the sky.. . Twinkle, twinkle, little star,.
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[Traditional]. . No more my lord. No more my lord. Lord i'll never turn back, no more. . I have found in him. Many resting place. And he has made me glad.
My own love said to me. "My mother won't mind.. And my daughters won't slight you. For your lack of kind".. . He went away from me. And this he did say.
My own love said to me. "My mother won't mind.. And my daughters won't slight you. For your lack of kind".. . He went away from me. And this he did say.
Kumbaya my lord, kumbaya. Kumbaya my lord, kumbaya. Kumbaya my lord, kumbaya. Oh lord, kumbaya. . Someone's singing lord, kumbaya. Someone's singing lord, kumbaya.
Should old acquaintance be forgot. And never brought to mind. Should old acquaintance be forgot. And days of Auld Lang Syne. . Should old acquaintance be forgot.
Kumbaya, Lord Kumbaya. Kumbaya, oh. Kumbaya, Lord Kumbaya. Kumbaya. . Somebody needs You, Lord Kumbaya. Kumbaya, oh. Somebody needs You, Lord Kumbaya.
Oh there is a house in New Orleans.. They call the Rising Sun.. It's been the ruin of many young poor girls. And God I know I'm one.. . My mother, she was a tailor, yeah yeah.