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Celtic Woman

My true love sits in a forest glade In the springtime's golden light The flowers, they dance in the gentle breeze And the warm sun shines so bright And

Away in a manger, no crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay The little Lord

I've met some folks Who say that I'm a dreamer And I've no doubt There's truth in what they say But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer When all the things

Lascia ch'io pianga mia cruda sorte E che sospiri la liberta [2x] E che sospiri E che sospiri la liberta Lascia ch'io pianga mia cruda sorte E che sospiri

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland, then maybe at the closing of your day, you can sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh, and see the sun go

La na mara La na mara no rabharta Guth na dtonnta a leanadh Guth na dtonnta a leanfad o La na mara no lom tra La na mara no rabharta La an ghainimh, lom

leanna. Is i?? di??irt si?? liom "Ni?? bhfaighidh ti?? deor. Buail an bi??thar is gabh abhaile I came by a house last night And told the woman I am

Oh, the weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful And since we've no place to go Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow It doesn't show

O, come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant O, come ye, O, come ye to Bethlehem Come and beyond Him, born the King of angels O, come let us adore