The Voice      Follow the footsteps    Or travel down your own road    Designing your fate    Hear what your heart says    Still you decide which way to go    Your life's an open gate       (CHORUS)    'Le bon et 'le mal    These are the voices    We nous somme liberti'    We make the choices       Echoes of laughter    Dancing in distant corridors    With the tears of hearts undone    Dreams we chase after    Give us the key to any door    We are what we become       (REPEAT CHORUS)       Holding and reaching    We face the calm, we face the fear    As we learn to win and love    Voices and speaking    Still we hear what we want to hear    Our life is ours to choose      Chorus         Good King Wenceslaus      Good King Wenceslaus 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 thou knowst 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 pinelogs hither   Thou and I will see him dine when we bear them thither   Page and monarch forth they went, forth they went together   Through the rude winds 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.          Hark the Herald Angels Sing      Angels we have heard on high   Sweetly singing o'er the plains   And the mountains in reply   Echo back their joyus strains      Gloria O Gloria in excelsis Deo (x4)      Come to Bethlehem and see   (Gloria O sing Gloria)   Him whose birth the angels sing   (Gloria O sing Gloria)   Come adore on bended knee   Christ the Lord the newborn king      Gloria O Gloria in excelsis Deo (x4)      Angels we have heard on high   (Gloria O sing Gloria)   Sweetly singing o'er the plains   (Gloria O sing Gloria)   Jesus Lord of heav'n and earth   With us sing our Savior's birth      Gloria O Gloria in exelsis Deo (x8)      Alleluia