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Garth Brooks Beyond The Season

Well, Santa looked a lot like daddy Or daddy looked a lot like him It's not the way I had him pictured Santa was a much too thin He didn't come down

A poor orphan girl named Maria Was walking to market one day She stopped for to rest by the roadside Where a bird with a broken wing lay A few moments

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A poor orphan girl named Maria Was walking to market one day She stopped for a rest by the roadside Where a bird with a broken wing lay A few moments

(Traditional) Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and far away Go tell it on the mountain That Jesus Christ is born The shepherds all were

(Traditional) Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright 'Round your virgin, mother and child Holy infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly

On a night so long ago By the light of one bright star Two weary travelers far from Galilee Took refuge in a stable Where a little child was born To

I'm dreaming of a White Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow