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What a great idea! 🙂
This should brighten up Christmas – look forward to them. I like “moderately fast” – I remember when we used to sing this at school it never came together – everyone seemed to go at different speeds. Love the page.
The Candle lights
From the hill I saw thoses candle lights they were flickering in the glass it was christmas eve in Ireland and snow lay on the grass
Me being a boy stood with my Father as he pointed out to me you see son this is old tradition that I hope you always see
well I grew up and finshed school to be a man so wild and free many christmas eves had passed but me I could nt see
Til one night his room was crowded with a message loud and clear from my eyes the tears were rolling of that long forgotten year
On his deathbed he lay breathless oh lord god can this be when my sister shouted to me get the candle can,t you see
in one moment he had gone to join some pals of days before and that crowded room were praying for his soul for evermore
On the back wall was a window with darker shade of glass it was here I saw his wishes but no snow lay on the grass