Chestnut’s roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose.
Yule tide carols being sung by a choir
and folks dressed up like eskimos.
Everybody knows
a turkey and some misletoe,
help to make the season bright.
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow,
will find it hard to sleep tonight

Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
fa la la la la, la la la la.
‘Tis the season to be jolly,
fa la la la la, la la la la.
Don we now our gay apperel,
fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient Christmas carol,
fa la la la la, la la la la.

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging.
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging.
Not only green when summer’s here,
but also when ’tis cold and drear.
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging!

Tekst: Ukjent (Tysk opphav, O Tannenbaum)
Melodi: Tradisjonell

We’re walking in the air,
we’re floating in the moonlit sky.
The people far below are sleeping as we fly.

I’m holding very tight,
I’m riding in the midnight blue,
I’m finding I can fly so high above with you.

Angels we have heard on high
sweetly singing o’er the plains.
And the mountains in reply
echoing their joyous strains.

Chorus
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining,
it is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
till he appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices,
for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!

It was Christmas Eve babe,

in the drunk tank.

An old man said to me,

won’t see another one.

And then he sang a song,

The Rare Old Mountain Dew.

And I turned my face away

and dreamed about you.

We wish you a merry Christmas,
we wish you a merry Christmas,
we wish you a merry Christmas,
and a happy new year.

Now here. Good tidings to you and your kin.
Good tidings for Christmas and a happy new Year!

Now bring us some figgy pudding,
now bring us some figgy pudding,
now bring us some figgy pudding,
and bring it out here.

Good King Wenceslas looked out,
on the feast of Stephen.
When the snow lay round about,
deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night,
though the frost was cruel.
When a poor man came in sight,
gathering winter fuel.

«Hither, page, and stand by me,
if you know it, telling.
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?»
«Sire, he lives a good league hence,
underneath the mountain.
Right against the forest fence ,
by Saint Agnes` fountain.»

Joy to the world! the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her King.
Let every heart prepare Him room,
and heaven and nature sing,
and heav´n and nature sing,
and heav`n, and hea`n and nature sing.

Joy to the World! the Saviour reigns;
Let men their songs employ.
While fields and floods rocks,
hills and plains,
repeat the sounding joy,
repeat the sounding joy,
repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.