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The Christmas Kid
03:21
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A cowboy rides in the foothills on the eve of Christmas time
Through the dusty snow where the pasture grows in the sight of the lodgepole pine
There’s prairie town in the distance lit up by a Christmas star
And a hard-riding stranger who’s traveled from afar
His saddle bags are bursting with presents he will give
On a chestnut mare is a rider they call the Christmas Kid
Some say he was an outlaw who turned to better ways
Some say he worked a claim and struck it rich
Some say he swore his dying ma that amends must be made
By bringin’ the poorest children yearly gifts
Milly’s bar was loud that night and full of Christmas cheer
And there in a darkened corner was old Cody downing beer
He swore to all who’d listen, the Kid was a wanted man
To prove to it them one and all he hatched a wicked plan
And then he raised his glass that the town would soon be rid
Of December’s midnight rider they called the Christmas Kid
The children at the orphanage were snug inside their beds
Dreaming of Christmas day to come
The Kid rode in by the river bridge and followed tracks that led
Straight to the sights of Cody’s gun
Who can say with certainty what happened that cold night?
For there was but one witness, those silent Northern Lights
They found old Cody hog tied with note pinned to his vest
Saying “Merry Christmas one and all may you give the world your best”
Now the children are rejoicing cuz December’s legend lives
The Santa of the ranchlands they call the Christmas Kid
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Until You Are Here
03:30
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Daughter dear you’re far away and though we talk most every day
I long to have you near at this special time of year
But you called and said that you’re delayed and you may not be here Christmas Day
Through wind and cold and snow I’ll still be waiting here
If there’s one thing I believe on this stormy Christmas eve
It’s dreams can come true
But if the fates decide you can’t be by my side
The whiteness of this season will seem a little blue
Cuz it won’t be Christmas
It won’t be Christmas
Until you are here
The fireplace is burning bright, the table set with candlelight
Baking fills the air and stockings are hung up
The coloured lights in our front yard will greet you like a Christmas card
And welcome you back home to the ones you love
The tree is full of memories, the things you made when you were three
That made us proud
But there’s one thing left to do that we’ve done each year, just me and you
Place the golden star upon the highest bough
Cuz it won’t be Christmas
It won’t be Christmas
Until you are here
No it won’t be Christmas
It won’t be Christmas
Until you are here
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It was the war to end all wars; it was dawn on Christmas day
I was somewhere in the north of France with home so far away
Out on patrol in the icy cold when I spied him up ahead
I fixed my gun on that dreaded hun ready to kill him dead
I don’t know what came over me but no trigger could I squeeze
For he turned and lit a cigarette and offered it to me
We stood there in the silence and my heart began to stir
And this man, my sworn enemy, offered these few words
Joyeux Noel, Joyeux Noel
Merry Christmas mon ami, this war can go to hell
No pull the pin, no bayonet, no bullet, and no mortar shell
No deadly toys, for this soldier boy
Under the Christmas spell
Now I know none of the German tongue and he knew none of mine
So he broke into Au Tannenbaum, then I sang Old Lang Syne
We shared the sum my rationed rum and then we said goodbye
In the language of the people whose land we occupied
Joyeux Noel, Joyeux Noel
Merry Christmas mon ami, this war can go to hell
No pull the pin, no bayonet, no bullet, and no mortar shell
No deadly toys, for two soldier boys
Under the Christmas spell
Though many years have come and gone but I still think of that time
Out of the trench speaking broken French with that soldier friend of mine
I hope that he, just like me, survived that brutal fray
Why can’t we all just live in peace like it was Christmas day?
Joyeux Noel, Joyeux Noel
Merry Christmas tout le monde, all war can go to hell
No pull the pin, no bombing raid, no bullet, and no mortar shell
Just the family of humanity
Under the Christmas spell
Joyeux Noel, Joyeux Noel
Merry Christmas tout le monde, all war can go to hell
No pull the pin, no suicide vest, no bullet, and no mortar shell
Just the family of humanity
Under the Christmas spell
Just the family of humanity
Under the Christmas spell
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Heavenly Peace
03:50
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Silent night, silent night
All is calm under blankets of white
Time to relax with an eggnog and rum
Fix a half glass of milk and a plate of cookie crumbs
To show to the children that Santa has come
From the North Pole to our snowy street
On this silent night, this silent night
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, silent night
Stockings hang full by the fire’s soft light
Nutcracker soldier stands guard o’er the tree
With tinsel and garlands and an angel of peace
And each decoration a prized memory
Of a loved one who touches us deep
On this silent night, silent night
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, silent night
Stars in the heavens are twinkling so bright
Is there a message in these celestial gems?
For peace on earth goodwill to all men
Do the stars search the darkness for their long lost friend
That shone long ago in the east?
On such a silent night, this silent night
A night so silent itspeaks
Sleep in heavenly
Sleep in heavenly peace
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Tony Turner Nanaimo, British Columbia
Tony Turner’s life-affirming, articulate folk-pop melodies are beautifully
delivered with his rich baritone
voice. From Circle of Song, his much-loved anthem of unity recently published in Rise Again folk songbook, to his award-winning protest sing-along Harperman, Turner has proven he can channel both the
mood of the times and the ties that bind.
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