Natale, le canzoni più belle con la G

 

Ancora una volta, anche con la G ci sono tantissime canzoni di Natale, moderne e tradizionali. Noi ne abbiamo selezionate 4, voi ne conoscete altre? Parliamo di: Go Tell It On The Mountain,God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen,Good King Wenceslas, Grandma Got Run Over By A ?????? Ecco il testo delle prime due:

Go Tell It On The Mountain

 Go tell it on the mountain,

Over the hills and everywhere,

Go tell it on the mountain,

Our Jesus Christ is born.

When I was a seeker

I sought both night and day,

I asked the Lord to help me,

And he showed me the way.

Go tell it on the mountain,

Over the hills and everywhere,

Go tell it on the mountain,

Our Jesus Christ is born.

He made me a watchman

Upon a city wall,

And if I am a Christian,

I am the least of all.

Go tell it on the mountain,

Over the hills and everywhere,

Go tell it on the mountain,

Our Jesus Christ is born.

 

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

God rest you merry, gentlemen,

Let nothing you dismay,

Remember Christ our Savior

Was born on Christmas day,

To save us all from Satan’s pow’r

When we were gone astray;

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

From God our heavenly Father

A blessed angel came.

And unto certain shepherds

Brought tidings of the same,

How that in Bethlehem was born

The Son of God by name:

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy

O tidings of comfort and joy.

“Fear not,” then said the angel,

“Let nothing you affright,

This day is born a Savior,

Of virtue, power, and might;

So frequently to vanquish all

The friends of Satan quite”;

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

The shepherds at those tidings

Rejoiced much in mind,

And left their flocks a-feeding,

In tempest, storm, and wind,

And went to Bethlehem straightway

This blessed babe to find:

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

 But when to Bethlehem they came,

Whereat this infant lay

They found him in a manger,

Where oxen feed on hay;

His mother Mary kneeling,

Unto the Lord did pray:

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

Now to the Lord sing praises,

All you within this place,

And with true love and brotherhood

Each other now embrace;

This holy tide of Christmas

All others doth deface:

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.