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The Kingston Trio Album



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Dave Guard

Chorus:
Bye, bye, thou little tiny child. Bye, bye, lullee lullay. (Repeat)

Sisters, too, how may we do for to preserve this day.
This young King for whom we sing, bye, bye, lullee, lullay.

(chorus)

Herod in his raging chargeth hath he this day.
Men of might in his sight children young to slay.

(Chorus)

Woe is me, poor Child, for thee and ev'ry morn and day.
For thy parting neither say nor sing, bye, bye, lullee, lullay.

(Chorus)

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Bob Shane/Tom Drake

The white snows of winter fall into the quiet town.
The town lies asleeping. Asleeping beneath the down.
It soon will be Christmas. Bells will be ringing. Bring us another round.
But here in the white of a cold winter night, my love cannot be found.

'Twas only October, we danced the fire out.
I called as I left her, "Away from here I'm bound."
I've been to the sea and back to the land and many's the hill I've crowned,
And here in the white of a cold winter night, my love cannot be found.

And now in the winter I've come to find her here.
My love lies a sleeping. I know that she is near.
It soon will be Christmas. Bells will be ringing. Blessings are all around,
For here in the white of a warm winter's night, my love at last I've found

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Paul Campbell

Once in a year it is not thought amiss to visit our neighbors and sing out like this:

Chorus:
We wish you a merry Christmas. (Repeat twice)
And a happy new year.

We want some figgy pudding. (Repeat twice)
And a cup of good cheer.

We won't go until we get some. (Repeat twice)
So bring it out here.

Of friendship and love, good neighbors abound and peace and good will the whole year around.
Why can't we have Christmas the whole year around? (Repeat this line then the chorus, twice)

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Nick Reynolds

Sleep, my Child, and peace attend Thee, all through the night.
Guardian angels God will send Thee, all through the night.
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
God, His loving vigil keeping, all through the night.

While the moon her watch is keeping, all through the night.
While the weary world is sleeping, all through the night.
Through Your dreams You're swiftly stealing, visions of delight revealing,
Christmas time is so appealing, all through the night.

You, my God, a Babe of wonder, all through the night.
Dreams You dream can't break from thunder, all through the night.
Children's dreams cannot be broken; life is but a lovely token,
Christmas should be softly spoken all through the night.

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Nick Reynolds

Tomorrow morn is Christmas day, goodnight, my baby, goodnight. Old Saint Nick is on his way, goodnight, my baby, goodnight.

Chorus:
Sleep now, my baby. Dream now, my bouncing baby boy. Sleep tight, my baby. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.

The fire will roar. The bells will ring. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.
Can almost hear the angels sing. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.
The song they sing 'twill joyous be. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.
Their song of love's for you and me. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.

(Chorus)

Christmas is the time for love. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.
Sleep through the night, my little dove. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.

(Chorus)

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Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you one by one, one for the little bitty Baby
Was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you two by two, two for Paul and Silas,
One for the little bitty Baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, now, I'm gonna send you three by three, three for the Hebrew children,
Two for Paul and Silas, one for the little bitty Baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you six by six, well, six for the six that never got fixed,
Five for the gospel preachers, four for the four that stood at the door, three for the Hebrew children,
Two for Paul and Silas, one for the little bitty Baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you eight by eight, eight for the eight that stood at the gate,
Seven for the seven that never got to heaven and six for the six that never got fixed,
Five for the gospel preachers, four for the four that stood at the door, three for the Hebrew children
Two for Paul and Silas, one for the little bitty Baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, now, I'm gonna send you ten by ten, ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine all dressed so fine, eight for the eight that stood at the gate,
Seven for the seven who never got to heaven and six for the six that never got fixed,
Five for the gospel preachers, four for the four that stood at the door, three for the Hebrew children,
Two for Paul and Silas, one for the little bitty Baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
He was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

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Follow now, o shepherds, rise up from your sleeping. Angels far from here a blessed watch are keeping.
Look up, look up! A star shines in the heavens calling us to come. Our holy King is given.

We must leave our flocks. The night is swiftly flying. Trust a star to show us where the Child is lying.
Prepare a gift that we would place before Him. We are humble shepherds, yet would we adore Him.

Look up, look up! A star shines in the heavens calling us to come. Our holy King is given.

Can this be a King? His room is but a manger. Humbly born is He, yet safe from earthly danger.
He is the King, Almighty pow'r possessing. He is heaven's gift. This is the Christmas blessing.

Look up, look up! A star shines in the heavens calling us to come. Our holy King is given.

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Wassail, wassail, all over the town. The cup, it is white and the ale, it is brown.
The cup, it is made of the good ashen tree and so is the malt of the finest barley.

Oh, master and missus, are you all within? Pray open the door and let us come in.
Oh, master and missus who sit by the fire, pray think of the trav'lers who walk through the mire.

Oh, where is the maid with the silver hair pin to open the door and let us come in?
Oh, master and missus, it is our desire, a good loaf and cheese and a toast by the fire.

There was an old man and he had an old cow and how for to keep her, he didn't know how.
He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm and a drop of good cider will do us no harm.

The girt dog of Langport, he burnt his long tail and this is the night we go singing wassail.
Oh, master and missus, now we must be gone. Bless all in this house until we come again.
Bless all in this house 'till we come again!

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Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

As it fell out on a cold winter day, the drops of rain did fall.
Our Savior asked leave of his mother, Mary, if He might go play at ball.

"Go up the hill," His mother said, "and there you will find three jolly children.
But let me hear no complaint of You when You come home again."

But the children said, "We are royal sons and we will not play at ball,
For You are but a poor maid's child, born in an oxen stall."

"If you are Lord's and Ladies' sons and you will not play at ball.
I'll build you a bridge of the beams of the sun to play upon us all."

And He built them a bridge of the beams of the sun and over the pools they played, all three,
And the mothers called, "Mary, call home your child," their eyes all drowned in tears.

Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), Mary mild (Mary mild) called home her Child.
And when she asked Him, "Why?" Said He,
"Oh, I built them a bridge of the beams of the sun so they would play at ball with me.
So they would play with me."

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Nick Reynolds

Christmas is coming. The goose is getting fat. Please put a penny in the old man's hat.
If you haven't got a penny, then a ha' penny will do. If you haven't got a ha' penny, then God bless you!

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Lou Gottlieb

'Round about the mountain. 'Round about the mountain. My God is waitin'. You can rise in His arms. (Repeat)

Chorus:
The Lord loves a sinner. The Lord loves a sinner man. The Lord loves a sinner who will rise in His arms.

I would not be a sinner. I'll tell you the reason why. If the Lord should want me, I would not be ready to die!
I tell you fellow members, things happen mighty strange. The Lord was good to Israel and His ways don't ever change.

(Chorus)

Sometimes I feel discouraged and think my works in vain, but then the Holy Spirit revives my soul again.
If you can't pray like Peter, if you can't preach like Paul, go home and tell your neighbor that He died to save us all.

(Chorus)

'Round about the mountain. 'Round about the mountain. My God is waitin'. You can rise in His arms.
The Lord loves a sinner. The Lord loves a sinner man. The Lord loves a sinner who will rise in His arms

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Dave Guard

Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel!

Sing we now of Christmas. Noel sing we here. Sing our grateful praises to the maid so dear.

Chorus:
Sing we Noel! The King is born, Noel! Sing we now of Christmas. Sing we here, Noel!
Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel!

From the Eastern kingdoms come the wise men far. Bearing ancient treasure. Following yonder star.

(Chorus)

Noel!

From the distant mountains, hear the trumpet sound. With angelic blessings on the silent town.

(Chorus)
Noel!

Come let us surround Him on this magic night. Gather here around Him. Wondrous Babe of light.


(Chorus and repeat first verse and chorus)

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Vera Hall

What month was my Jesus born in? Last month of the year! (Repeat)

Chorus:
Oh, January, (January), February, (February), March, April, May, June, O, Lord,
You got July, August, September, October, and-a November,
On the twenty-fifth day of December in the last month of the year.

Well, they laid Him in the manger. Last month of the year! (Repeat then chorus)

Wrapped Him up in swaddling clothing. Last month of the year! (Repeat then chorus)

Well, He was born of the Virgin Mary. Last month of the year! (Repeat then chorus)

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