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wing or two. A thing or two. We will make changes, as any family will. But we will always be called. The folks who live on the hill Our veranda will command a view of meadows green. The sort of view
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bells for you and me. We'll snuggle by the christmas tree. A celebration of green and gold. We'll sing along to Nat King Cole Good tidings to all and to all good cheer. I just wanna know my baby is
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Words are falling form your lips like Christmas to my hips. So dangerous the strangest feeling of being. I want willow trees and melodies and flowers counting hours. Till he's breathing leaving
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drinking until they turn green But I wouldn't trade Christmas. Wouldn't trade Christmas for Labor Day. Or Easter, Washington and the rest. Christmas we love you the best I wouldn't trade Christmas, no, no
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Christmas trees and window panes. Shimmering where tinsel hangs. And the butter light of candlesticks. Chases snowflakes off the bricks The postman is shivering. With packages he's delivering
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wing or two. A thing or two. We will make changes as any family will. But we will always be called. The folks who live on the Hill Our veranda will command a view of meadows green. The sort of view
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The sun is shining, the grass is green. The orange and palm tree sway. There's never been such a day. In Beverly Hills, L. A. But it's December the twenty-fourth. And I am longing to be up
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Bài hát Christmas Pipes - Celtic Woman. Chorus. Christmas pipes, Christmas pipes. Calling us, calling on Christmas night. Call us from far, call us from near. Oh play me your Christmas pipes
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The sun is shining. The grass is green. The orange and palm trees sway. There's never seen such a day. In Beverly Hills L. A. But it's December the 24th. And I am longing to be up North
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, Christmas tree, oh, Christmas tree, with faithful leaves unchanging. Your boughs are green, in summers glow and do not fade in winters snow. Oh, Christmas tree, oh, Christmas tree, with faithful leaves
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. Driving at 90 down those country lanes. Singing to "Tiny Dancer". And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real. When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill. ♪. Fifteen years old and smoking
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I love Christmas in the snow. But Christmas in the sand don’t end. I tell you that’s where it’s at. Why in tropic all my skin. A candy cane of peppermint, a hint. Of cocoa on my lips. It
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I love Christmas in the snow. But Christmas in the sand don’t end. I tell you that’s where it’s at. Why in tropic all my skin. A candy cane of peppermint, a hint. Of cocoa on my lips. It could’ve
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Take off my nothing inside. take off my nothing inside. green green green green. temple . green, your simple guide. bubble back in young beat. glad . their rights. and this the. far and. the
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Words are falling form your lips like. Christmas to my hips. So dangerous the strangest feeling of being. I want willow trees and melodies and flowers counting. Hours till he\'s breathing leaving the
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Words are falling form your lips like. Christmas to my hips. So dangerous the strangest feeling of being. I want willow trees and melodies and flowers counting. Hours till he\'s breathing leaving the
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. It's Christmas day. . Swing the lights. And hang. The stockings. Decorate. With green and red. Made the cookies. For old Santa. Made a runway. For his sled. . Singing carols. On a sleigh
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there are no lyrics. Mensforth Hill is simply "something about england". backwards.
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The holly green, the ivy green. The prettiest picture you've ever seen. Is Christmas in Killarney. With all of the folks at home It's nice, you know, to kiss your beau. While cuddling under the