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| 3:04 | 
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen To hear sleighbells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, With every Christmas card I write, "May your days be merry and brigt, And may all your Christmases be white" I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen To hear sleighbells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, With every Christmas card I write, "May your days be merry and brigt, And may all your Christmases be white" |
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| 2. |
| 2:44 |
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Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light Next year all our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the yuletide gay Next year all our troubles will be miles away Once again as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who were near to us Will be dear to us once more Someday soon we all will be together If the fates allow Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow So have yourself a merry little Christmas now |
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| 3. |
| 3:12 | 
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| 5. |
| 2:53 |
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| 8. |
| 3:01 |
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| 10. |
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| 11. |
| 2:47 |
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| 12. |
| 2:55 |
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| 14. |
| 3:00 |
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One a-these mornings
Soon one morning I'm gonna lay down my cross Get me a crown Soon one evening Late in the evening, Late in the evening I'm going home live on high Soon as my feet strike Zion Lay down my heavy burden Put on my robe in glory Going home one day and tell my story I've been coming over hills and mountain Gonna drink from the Christian fountain Your know all of God's sons and daughters that morning Will drink that ole healing water And we gonna live on forever We gonna live on forever We gonna live on up in glory after awhile O Lord, I'm going outside, to sing and bugle March all around God's altar Gonna walk and never get tired Gonna fly Lord and never falter I'm gonna move up a little higher Gonna meet Old man Daniel Gonna move on up a little higher Gonna meet the Hebrew children Gonna move on up a little higher Gonna meet Paul and Samuel Gonna move on up a little higher Gonna meet my friends and kindred Gonna move on up a little higher Gonna meet my loving mother I'm gonna move on up a little higher Gonna meet the Lily of the Valley I'm gonna feast with the Rose of Sharon It will be always howdy, howdy, Will be always, howdy, howdy, Will be always, howdy, howdy, And never goodbye O will you be there Early one morning Will you be there Somewhere 'round the altar Will you be there O when the angels shall call the roll God knows I'll be waiting Yes, I'll be watching somewhere 'round the altar Well I'll be waiting O at the beautiful, yes golden gates Well, well Soon as my feet strike Zion Gonna lay down my heaven burden I'm gonna put on my robe in glory I'm going home one day and tell my story I've been coming over hills and mountain I'm gonna drink from the Christian fountain You know all of God's sons and daughters that morning Will drink that 'ole healing water Meet me there early one morning Meet me there somewhere 'round the altar Meet me there O when the angels shall call God's roll |
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| 2:49 |
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| 18. |
| 1:15 |
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