Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and far away,
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and far away,
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

While shepherds kept their watching,
O'er silent flocks by night,
Behold throughout the heavens,
There shone a Holy light.

So go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and far away,
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

Down in a lowly manger,
Our humble Christ was born,
And brought us all salvation,
That blessed Christmas morn.

So go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and far away,
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born,
That Jesus Christ is born.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And the days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.

We'll drink a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

And surely you will buy your cup,
And surely I'll buy mine!

We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.

We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And the days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.

We'll drink a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, and all is bright,
Round young Virgin Mother and Child,
Holy infant, tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night,
Shepherds quake at the sight,
Glories stream from heaven afar,
Heavenly hopes singing hallelujah.

Christ the saviour is born,
Christ the saviour is born.

Silent night, holy night!
Son of God love’s pure light,
Radiant beams from Thy holy face,
With dawn of redeeming grace,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
Lean your ear this way,
Don't you tell a single soul,
What I'm going to say,
Christmas Eve is coming soon,
Now you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring to me,
Tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve,
When I'm fast asleep,
Down the chimney broad and black,
With your pack you'll creep,
All the stockings you will find,
Hanging in a row,
Mine will be the shortest one,
You'll be sure to know.

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
Lean your ear this way,
Don't you tell a single soul,
What I'm going to say.

Christmas Eve is coming soon,
Now you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring for me,
Tell me if you can.

Whisper what you'll bring for me,
Tell me if you can.

Whisper what you'll bring for me,
Tell me if you can.

I'll be your pillow,
Lay your head down low,
Lay your head down low.I'll be your blue sky,
Lay your head up high,
Lay your head up high.I'll be your meadow,
Lay your head down low,
Lay your head down low.