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Gather round girls and boys, |
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It's time to make your joyful noise |
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Some feel it in the feast after the fast, |
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Or the oil lamps everlasting, |
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Or the Solstice in the wild,or the birth of a baby child.(chorus) |
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It's your holiday song |
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No one more true or right or wrong |
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When our faith calls our name |
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Someone else's does the same |
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Hallelujah! |
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Thank you. |
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So gather round girls and boys |
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It's time to raise your lowly noise |
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Some feel it in the drum, in the snareor the silence of their prayeror the church bells on the hillor the harmony of goodwill(chorus) |
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For every voice lifted in song |
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The sacred place we all belong |
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A chance to heal a broken worldwith every voice in every songof every boy and every girl!(chorus repeat) |
