歌词
Listen to the choir.
In their choir full attire.
Singing higher ever high.
Voices rising, to the sky.
Bringing peace and rest, within my troubled soul.
When I listen to the sweet, Christmas choir.
Fullish faces glow.
As their voices lift and grow.
In this weary world of woe.
There's no sweeter sound I know.
If I should ever hear, the angels sing,
They'll be sounding like the sweet, Christmas choir.
In this weary world of woe.
There's no sweeter sound I know.
If I should ever hear, the angels sing,
They'll be sounding like the sweet, Christmas choir.