Quali canti tradizionali intonare mentre preparate l’albero di Natale o quando già scartate i doni? Se conoscete benissimo le melodie popolari italiane e cercate qualche testo tipico inglese, eccovi accontentati:
Do You Hear What I Hear?
Said the night wind to the little lamb,
Do you see what I see
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
Do you see what I see
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite
Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,
Do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,
Do you hear what I hear
A song, a song, high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,
Do you know what I know
In your palace warm, mighty king,
Do you know what I know
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Said the king to the people everywhere,
Listen to what I say
Pray for peace, people everywhere!
Listen to what I say
The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light
Dear hearts and gentle people
I love those dear hearts and gentle people
Who live in my home town
Because those dear hearts and gentle people
Will never ever let you down
They read the good book from Fri’ till Monday
That’s how the weekend goes
I’ve got a dream house I’ll build there one day
With picket fence and ramblin’ rose
I feel so welcome each time that I return
That my happy heart keeps laughin’ like a clown
I love the dear hearts and gentle people
Who live and love in my home town
There’s a place I’d like to go and it’s Batten, Idaho
Where your friendly neighbors smile and say “Hello”
It’s a pleasure and a treat to meander down the street
That’s why I want the whole wide world to know
I love those dear hearts and gentle people
Who live in my home town
Because those dear hearts and gentle people
Will never ever let you down
They read the good book from Fri’ till Monday
That’s how the weekend goes
I’ve got a dream house I’ll build there one day
With picket fence and ramblin’ rose
I feel so welcome each time that I return
That my happy heart keeps laughin’ like a clown
I love the dear hearts and gentle people
Who live and love in my home town
Home, home sweet home
Home, home sweet home