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Reba Mcentire Secret

's half full to those without any So hold on to hope And try to have faith Oh, you've got to have faith If there's just one secret to living Whoever

old diary turns to the third of May Adds another tear to the page And it's lonely being the only one who knows the truth She has a secret that she can

Traducere: Reba McEntire. Secret.

Come and gather 'round at the table In the spirit of family and friends And we'll all join hands and remember this moment 'Til the season comes 'round

Three wise men, a shining star A mother and a father who had come so far How could they know about their son And the miracle he'd become That he held

He was always Santa Claus to them Every year he'd magically appear here in our den They would laugh and tease and say you look a lot like Dad He'd just

My little boy was a wise man this year His Christmas play was something I couldn't miss Between the shopping and my job I barely got there My faith was

it's half full to those without any So hold on to hope And try to have faith Oh, you've got to have faith If there's just one secret to living Whoever

2,000 years ago, three wise men left their home When an angel of the Lord Said, "Seek the Savior born" Logic told them they were crazy They shouldn't