: The first noel The angels did say Was to certain poor shepards In fields as they lay Oh In fields where they lay They lay keeping their sheep On a
a mountain stream, I'll build a house of stone, And work the wood of cedar, pine and fir, And then I'll make a garden, And I'll plant a field of corn,
hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy Repeat the sounding joy Repeat, repeat the sounding joy Joy, unspeakable joy And overflowing where no tongue can tell Joy, unspeakable joy
: I don't need no fields of whiskey Don't indulge in beer or wine But baby, you turn me on And blow my ever-lovin' mind Now, let's do our thing together
spheres, sphere we see Joy reduced to misery I feel my strength to fade Almost asleep, my only sake She spoke the words, used the clue "I love You true..." And the fields
Into spheres, spheres we see Joy reduces to misery I feel my strenght to fade Almost asleep, my only sake She spoke the words, used the clue "I love you true..." And the fields
sing. Joy to the earth the Savior reigns. Let men their songs employ While fields and floods, rock, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy Repeat the sounding joy
vain delight And thus embraced we roam the passing eve like a pillgrim who craves a shelters guiding light I question thee, beloved night to calm my joy
Glory to the king While the angels sing (Chorus) Everybody sing joy Sing joy to the world All over the world Sing joy, oh Sing joy, everybody sing Joy
: A small cloud has fallen The white mist hits the ground My lungs comfort me with joy Vegging on one detail The rest just crowds around My eyes itch
New Year's Eve December 31 1995) I used to know this old scarecrow He was my song My joy and sorrow Cast alone between the furrows Of a field no longer
pride and joy. Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on, love was just a way to live and die. Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field, blue
track and find That you're movin' on the back roads By the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind Though the wheat fields and
sing. Let heaven and nature sing. We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we travel so far. Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder star. Joy
sing Joy to the earth The Savior reigns Let men their songs employ While fields and floods Rocks, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy Repeat the sounding joy
their songs employ While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy Repeat the sounding joy Repeat, repeat the sounding joy Repeat, repeat the sounding joy
: (Smith/Kaye/Daugherty) Oh glad day to celebrate 'Neath the cloudless sky Air so sweet Water pure Fields ripe with rye Come one, come all Gather round
the scene And the boy was just standing there alone Looking at the shiny red tractor Him and his daddy used to sit inside And circle the blue fields