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Cradle Hymn
02:52
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Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed;
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment,
House and home, thy friends provide;
All without thy care, or payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.
How much better thou'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven He descended,
And became a child like thee!
Soft and easy is thy cradle;
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
When His birthplace was a stable,
And His softest bed was hay.
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
and mild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
*It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!*
And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men."
*verse 5 not included in this recording
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Mary Had a Baby
05:28
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Mary had a baby
Yes my Lord
(3x)
The people came a runnin' but the train done gone.
She laid him in a manger
Yes my Lord
(3x)
The people came a runnin' but the train done gone.
She said his name was Jesus
Yes my Lord
(3x)
The people came a runnin' but the train done gone.
The shepherds gathered round him
Yes my Lord
(3x)
The people came a runnin' but the train done gone.
The Angel Army hailed him
Yes my Lord
(3x)
The people came a runnin' but the train done gone.
They called Him LIBERATION
Yes my Lord
(3x)
The people came a runnin' but the train done gone.
Mary had a baby
Yes my Lord
(3x)
The people came a runnin' but the train done gone.
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The Friendly Beasts
03:39
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Jesus our brother, strong and good,
Was humbly born in a stable rude,
And the friendly beasts around Him stood,
Jesus our brother, strong and good.
I, said the donkey shaggy and brown,
I carried His mother up hill and down
I carried her safely to Bethlehem town;
I, said the donkey shaggy and brown.
I, said the cow all white and red,
I gave Him my manger for His bed,
I gave Him my hay to pillow His head;
I, said the cow all white and red.
I, said the sheep with curly horn,
I gave Him my wool for His blanket warm,
He wore my coat on Christmas morn;
I, said the sheep with curly horn.
I, said the camel, yellow and black,
Over the desert, upon my back,
I brought Him a gift in the Wise Men's pack;
I, said the camel, yellow and black.
I, said the dove, from the rafters high,
I cooed Him to sleep that He should not cry.
We cooed Him to sleep, my lover and I;
I, said the dove, from the rafters high.
Thus every beast, by some good spell,
In the stable dark was glad to tell
Of the gifts they gave Immanuel;
The gifts they gave Immanuel.
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Hush
06:14
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Hush, o hush, the moon's alight
Pale the stars and few and faint
Lilies red and lilies white
Stand each like a haloed saint
See the shadowy dreamy trees
Bathe in pools of silver air
Hear the whisper of the breeze
Murmur softly like a prayer
Hush, o hush, 'tis holy ground
Moon-washed clean as driven snow
Meet for him the moonbeams crowned
In a garden long ago
See beyond that leafy bow
Someone walks the garden now
Thorns, not roses, on their brow
Bitter sharp thorns, not roses
Bitter thorns, then it must be
Our dear Love, for who but Thee
Wears that crown of infamy
Giving us joy of roses?
Oh my Lover who has borne
Pain for me and grief and scorn
From that crown I'd pluck the thorn
Comfort thy heart with roses!
Hush! O Hush! The moon's alight
Pale the stars and few and faint
Lilies red and lilies white
Stand each like a haloed saint
Hush o hush, 'tis holy ground
Moon-washed clean as driven snow
Meet for whom the moonbeams crowned
In a garden long ago
Moonbeams crown Thee once again!
Lilies ring your sanctus bells!
God of love and God of pain
Thou art here, Immanuel!
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Good King Wenceslas
05:15
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Neale's original lyrics:
Good King Wences'las looked out,
on the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night,
tho' the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
gath'ring winter fuel.
"Hither, page, and stand by me,
if thou know'st 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."
"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
bring me pine logs hither:
Thou and I shall see him dine,
when we bear them thither."
Page and monarch, forth they went,
forth they went together;
Through the rude wind's wild lament
and the bitter weather.
"Sire, the night is darker now,
and the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not how;
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page.
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
freeze thy blood less coldly."
In his master's steps he trod,
where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod
which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor,
shall yourselves find blessing.
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Poor Little Jesus
05:01
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It was poor little Jesus
yes, yes, yes
It was poor little Jesus
yes, yes, yes
He was born on Christmas
yes, yes, yes
Wasn't that a pity and a shame,
Lord, Lord
Wasn't that a pity and a shame?
It was poor little Jesus
yes, yes, yes
And he was a child of Mary
yes, yes, yes
And he didn't have a cradle
yes, yes, yes
Wasn't that a pity and a shame,
Lord, Lord
Wasn't that a pity and a shame?
Well, they nailed him to a cross
yes, yes, yes
Yeah, they nailed him to a cross
yes, yes, yes
And they hung him with a robber
yes, yes, yes
Wasn't that a pity and a shame,
Lord, Lord
Wasn't that a pity and a shame?
It was poor little Jesus
yes, yes, yes
But now he's risen from the darkness
yes, yes, yes
And he's ascended into glory
yes, yes, yes
No more pity, no more shame
Lord, Lord
No more pity, no more shame
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Seth Mountain 이산 South Korea
Seth Martin (aka Seth Mountain or 이산), is a roots musician originally from the Pacific Northwest
(US).
Continuing in the radical tradition of artists like Pete Seeger, Woody Guthrie, and Utah Phillips, Martin has been living in Seoul since 2015. He regularly performs with Korean and foreign folk, indie and rock acts.
"Quite possibly the closest thing we have to Woody Guthrie."
--Bill Mallonee
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