Come and gather around at the table
In the spirit of
We were young,
And none of us know quite what to
Twinkling lights
A chill is in the air
And carols everywhere
Close your
Angel we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plain
And
"After the fire is over
After the ashes cool
After the smoke
Alleluia Alleluia
For our Lord God Almighty reigns
Alleluia Alleluia
When the weight of all my dreams
Is resting heavy
Looking out
To the hills, to the setting sun,
I feel a
Lord, you know it's been a busy day,
And I'm just
Always the winner, baby.
You're always the center, baby.
But don't you
chorus
Am a winner reaching for the top
and nothings gonna
Take this man to prison.
The man heard Herald say
And then
Lord I'm really glad You're here.
I hope you feel the
I see her as a little girl hiding in her
Baby baby
I'm taken with a notion
To love you with the
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