Lyrics:
Very God
Begotten, not created
[Chorus]
See how the shepherds
Summoned to His cradle
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze
We, too, will
Let fields and flocks
Rocks hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat the sounding joy
Go tell of his glory
Go shout the new story
a public curiosity
From far and wide, the people flock
To hear the syncopated clock
Tick-a-tock, tick-a-tock
There's a zing in the swing of that clock
cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze!
We, too, will thither
Bend our hearts' oblations.
O come, all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant,
O
live with me
Where the light has never shone
And the hermits flock like hummingbirds
To speak in a foreign tongue
I'm a light world away
From
see the palin' yellow moon
And then he leads his flock
And homeward they all rock
To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues
This I-is
And you're the one I need.
I leaned against a bark of birch,
And I breathed the honey dew;
I saw a north-bound flock of geese
Against a sky of baby blue;
day
Sing taddle day
I buyed me a flock of sheep thought they were all wethers
Sometimes they yielded wool sometimes yielded feathers
I know mine
The shepherds afar left their flocks by night
Followed the new star by its heavenly light
Did the lambs fear the wolves did they lay down
their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind:
And went to Bethlehem straightway
The Son of God to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
and it's gon' drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock (yeah)
They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Strudel, Mr.
us adore him, Christ the Lord.
See how the shepherds summoned to his cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh with lowly fear;
We too will thither
sheep in a flock
To pantomime prayers with the hands of a clock
to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze!
We, too, will thither
Bend our hearts' oblations.
[Refrain]
Lo, star-led chieftains,
in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding,
In tempest, storm, and wind:
And went to Bethlehem straightway,
The Son of God to find.
O tidings
as I suspected
It's some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril
Oh man, I hate it when I'm right
So anyway, he
the Virgin's womb;
Very God,
Begotten, not created.
Refrain
See how the shepherds
Summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze!
We,
their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind:
And went to Bethlehem straightway
The Son of God to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
the Virgin's womb;
Very God,
Begotten, not created.
[Chorus]
See how the shepherds
Summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze!
watching
Over silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
forevermore because of Christmas Day
While Shepherds watched their flock by night they see a bright new star
Then hear a choir of angels sing music seems
the Virgin's womb;
Very God,
Begotten, not created.
[Refrain]
See how the shepherds
Summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze!
just wanders over
Sits by a rock separated from the flock
He's just sitting by a rock
Where'd he go?
I don't know
Well, he was here a minute ago
The Shepherds at these tidings,
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a feeding,
In tempest storm and wind,
And went to Bethlehem straight way,
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