Ella Fitzgerald
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
It came upon the midnight clear,That glorious song of old,From angels bending near the earth,To touch their harps of gold:"Peace on the earth, goodwill to menFrom heavens all gracious King!"The world in solemn stillness layTo hear the angels sing.Still through the cloven skies they come,With peaceful wings unfurled;And still their heavenly music floatsO'er all the weary world:Above its sad and lowly plainsThey bend on hovering wing,And ever o'er its Babel soundsThe blessed angels sing.For lo! the days are hastening on,By prophets seen of old,When with the ever-circling yearscomes round the age of goldwhen peace shall over all the earthit's ancient slpendors flingand our whole world give back the songwhich now the angels sing
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