Aaron Neville It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
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 heaven's all
gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful
wings unfurl
And still their heavenly music floats, o'er all the weary
world
Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing
And ever o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing
Can't you hear them sing?
And 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, oh, and hear the angels
sing
And hear the angels sing
