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текст песни (слова), табы "Good King Joy"
Joy to the world The Lord has come Let earth Receive her king Now it was long ago When it all began Back in Bethlehem In the promised land When a single star Appeared in the sky And three kings saw And they each asked why And they checked the books Full of prophecy And the one king said Why it's plain to me You see it means That a king is born Who will save mankind On this blessed morn So they packed some gold Myrrh and frankincense On some old camel With some fancy tents Closed down the house Set the servants free And three kings rode Into history It was long ago In a foreign land When the Lord looked down Said to make a stand So He sent His son And said, 'through him you'll know me!' Then the angels came And when they start to sing All at once the past It doesn't mean a thing And the star comes out And the wise men say, Hey show me! And they followed it Over hills and sand Til' they found the child Like it all was planned And as they knelt before The newborn king The angel's were singing In their angel style How all of our hopes Had come down to this child Then he reached for the song And he held it in his hand (It was something that he did Because angels can) And he wondered to himself "Is this the answer that I sought" But something was still missing Or at least so he still thought And so he journeyed on Through the midnight winter air When all at once our angel Felt the touch of a man's prayer And looking once more to the earth To determine whence it came He felt a million souls below But one was not the same For there he saw a man alone Though he was walking in a crowd And though this man had rarely prayed Tonight his head was bowed For even in a crowd, you see A heart can feel alone When the night is Christmas Eve A child is not at home So from a father to the Lord A prayer did swiftly race But the angel saw it first And he listened to its case