paroles de chanson It Came Upon the Midnight Clear - Burl Ives
                                                It 
                                                came 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                midnight 
                                                clear,
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                glorious 
                                                song 
                                                of 
                                                old,
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                angels 
                                                bending 
                                                near 
                                                the 
                                                earth,
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                touch 
                                                their 
                                                harps 
                                                of 
                                                gold:
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Peace 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                earth, 
                                                goodwill 
                                                to 
                                                men
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                heavens 
                                                all 
                                                gracious 
                                                King!"
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                world 
                                                in 
                                                solemn 
                                                stillness 
                                                lay
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                angels 
                                                sing.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                cloven 
                                                skies 
                                                they 
                                                come,
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                peaceful 
                                                wings 
                                                unfurled;
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                still 
                                                their 
                                                heavenly 
                                                music 
                                                floats
 
                                    
                                
                                                O'er 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                weary 
                                                world:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Above 
                                                its 
                                                sad 
                                                and 
                                                lowly 
                                                plains
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                bend 
                                                on 
                                                hovering 
                                                wing,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    O 
                                                ye 
                                                beneath 
                                                life's 
                                                crushing 
                                                load,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whose 
                                                forms 
                                                are 
                                                bending 
                                                low,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                toil 
                                                along 
                                                the 
                                                climbing 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                painful 
                                                steps 
                                                and 
                                                slow;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Look 
                                                now, 
                                                for 
                                                glad 
                                                and 
                                                golden 
                                                hours
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                swiftly 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                wing;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                rest 
                                                beside 
                                                the 
                                                weary 
                                                road
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                angels 
                                                sing.
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                lo! 
                                                the 
                                                days 
                                                are 
                                                hastening 
                                                on,
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                prophets 
                                                seen 
                                                of 
                                                old,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                ever-circling 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shall 
                                                come 
                                                the 
                                                time 
                                                foretold,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                new 
                                                heaven 
                                                and 
                                                earth 
                                                shall 
                                                own
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Prince 
                                                of 
                                                Peace, 
                                                their 
                                                King,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                world 
                                                send 
                                                back 
                                                the 
                                                song
 
                                    
                                
                                                Which 
                                                now 
                                                the 
                                                angels 
                                                sing.
 
                                    
                                Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.
                 
             
                                                         
                                                         
                                                         
                                                        