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Travis Randy Songs Of The Season

: Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays, 'Cause no matter how far away you roam When you pine for the sunshine Of a friendly face For the

: Go, tell it on that mountain Over the hills and everywhere Hey go, tell it on that mountain Jesus Christ is born. Go, tell it on that mountain Over

: O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till He appeared

: Oh the weather outside is frightfulE But the fire is so delightful And since we've no place to go Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! It doesn'

: The first noel, the angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields where they lay In fields where they lay keeping their sheep On a cold winter

: About a thousand years before it came to pass it was said that it would be A virgin would be found to be with child and give birth to our King And

: O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shineth The

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head The stars in the sky looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas