Santa Claus e i Re Magi: i canti in inglese di Natale

 

Santa Claus o Babbo Natale, il vero protagonista della fine dell’anno.  Ecco un paio di canzoni in inglese da canticchiare sotto la doccia nel periodo di festa:

Must Be Santa

Who’s got a beard that’s long and white

Santa’s got a beard that’s long and white

Who comes around on a special night Santa

comes around on a special night Special Night, beard that’s white

Must be Santa Must be Santa Must be Santa, Santa Clause

Who wears boots and a suit of red Santa wears boots and a suit

of red Who wears a long cap on his head Santa wears a long cap

on his head Cap on head, suit that’s red Special night,

beard that’s white Must be Santa Must be Santa Must be Santa,

Santa Clause Who’s got a big red cherry nose Santa’s got a big red cherry nose

Who laughs this way HO HO HO

Santa laughs this way HO HO HO HO HO HO,

cherry nose Cap on head, suit that’s red Special night, b

eard that’s white Must be Santa Must be Santa Must be Santa,

Santa Clause Who very soon will come our way

Santa very soon will come our way Eight little reindeer pull his sleigh

Santa’s little reindeer pull his sleigh Reindeer sleigh,

come our way HO HO HO, cherry nose Cap on head, suit that’s red Special night,

beard that’s white Must be Santa Must be Santa Must be Santa,

Santa Clause Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid,

Donner and Blitzen Reindeer sleigh, come our way HO HO HO,

cherry nose Cap on head, suit that’s red Special night,

beard that’s white Must be Santa Must be Santa Must be Santa, Santa Clause

 

 

 

We Three Kings Of Orient Are

 

 

 

 

 

We three kings of Orient are,

 

Bearing gifts we traverse afar,

 

Field and fountain, morr and mountain,

 

Following yonder Star.

 

 

 

(Refrian)

 

O, star of wonder, star of might,

 

Star with royal beauty bright,

 

Westward leading, still proceeding,

 

Guide us to the perfect light.

 

 

 

 

 

Born a babe on Bethlehem’s plain;

 

Gold we bring to crown Him again;

 

King forever, ceasing never,

 

Over us all to reign.

 

 

 

 

 

Frankincense to offer have I;

 

Incense owns a Deity nigh;

 

Prayer and praising, all men raising,

 

Worship Him, God on High.

 

 

 

 

 

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume

 

Breathes a life of gathering gloom;

 

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,

 

Seal’d in the stone-cold tomb.

 

 

 

 

 

Glorious now behold Him arise,

 

King and God and sacrifice,

 

Heaven sings, “Hallelujah!”

 

Hallejujah!” Earth replies.