Lontano in una mangiatoia è il primo testo che vi riportiamo oggi. Un canto natalizio molto importante e noto che è stato registrato, tra gli altri, anche da Julie Andrews, la mitica Mary Poppins con la sua voce melodiosa. Insieme a tale testo, ne abbiamo inserito altri due piuttosto popolari che vi permetteranno di entrare al meglio nello spirito gioioso del periodo anche all’estero.
Away in the Manger
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle til morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care,
And take us to heaven, to live with Thee there.
Hark the herald angels sing
Hark the herald angels sing, “Glory to the newborn king
Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinner reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies
With angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem”
Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the new-born king.
Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ the everlasting lord
Late in time behold him come, off-spring of the virgin’s womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail th’incarnate deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell, Jesus our Emmanuel.
Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the new-born king.
Hark the heav’n-born Prince of Peace, Hail, the Sun of Righteousness
Light and life to all He brings, Ris’n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays his glory by, born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth, born to give them second birth.
Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the new-born king.
It came upon the 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 heav’n’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.
O 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
O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing.
For lo the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall own the prince of peace their King
And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing.