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Midnight Clear · 4Him · We Came as Romans · Forever Came Calling · Bethlehem · Eyes Upon Separation · The Bethlehem Orchestra · Upon a Burning Body · Upon This Dawning · Bethlehem Skyline – and 90 other artists »
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Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King!" It came upon a midnight clear that glorious song of old From angels bending near
Oh little town of Bethlehem, How still we see the lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets
came a sound. Distant first, It grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time.
riding on the midnight train Not sure exactly why I came I am fine with just me and my guitar But sometimes I am wishing for a little more Just
And all of this was done in Jesus' name All that day and all the next the battle it was raging Though when darkness came I slipped away But the crying
little daughter Who was riding on that side Rushed in to stop the stampede It was there my partner died Lenore upon her pony Tried to turn the cattle
burned like a brand As a black cascade of perfume Came tumbling over his breast And he kissed its waves in the moonlight Oh, sweet waves in
face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet black
In a neat little town they called Belfast Apprentice to trade I was bound, and many an hour sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town. Till
of a joke But she pulled the best beer in town I swooped magnificent upon her As she sat shivering in her grief Like the Madonna painted
burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (oh, sweet black waves in
Howard Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave It was Robert Ford, the dirty little coward And I wonder how he feels For he slept in Jesse's bed and he
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange, Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range; Of a little hut by
the baby's made, how the lady's laid, Why the old dog howls in sadness. And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away On the bony shoulders
and stole aside; It was the little barefoot boy who came with cup abrim And walked up to the dying man, and gave the drink to him. A roar of rage! They
cruised through... Yes, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon when little Howard Kaplan was sitting on his porch ( "Toto... !") just playing (
(dear lord) I don't want to stand here All night in this bar (no shit!) I don't want to stand here All night in this bar! By two o