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Post by hobbitgirl on Dec 26, 2007 6:21:44 GMT -5
Our Song -- Taylor Swift
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Post by hobbitgirl on Dec 26, 2007 6:25:45 GMT -5
Stand Still, Look Pretty -- The Wreckers
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Post by hobbitgirl on Dec 26, 2007 6:27:49 GMT -5
Christmas Must Be Something More -- Taylor Swift
What if ribbons and bows didn't mean a thing Would the song still survive without five golden rings Would you still wanna kiss without misletoe What would happen if God never let it snow What would happen if Christmas carols told a lie Tell me what would you find
You'd see that today holds something special Something holy, not superficial So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives It's something we all try to ignore And put a wreath up on your door So here's something you should know that is for sure Christmas must be something more
What if angels did not pay attention to All the things that we wished they would always do What if happiness came in a cardboard box Then I think there is something we all forgot What would happen if presents all went away Tell me what would you find
You'd see that today holds something special Something holy, not superficial So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives It's something we all try to ignore And put a wreath up on your door So here's something you should know that is for sure Christmas must be something more
We get so caught up in all of it Business and relationships Hundred mile an hour lives And it's this time of year And everybody's here It seems the last thing on your mind
Is that the day holds something special Something holy, not superficial So here's to Jesus Christ who saved our lives It's something we all try to ignore And put a wreath up on your door But here's something you should know that is for sure Christmas must be something Christmas must be something Christmas must be something more
There's gotta be more There's gotta be more
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Post by hobbitgirl on Dec 26, 2007 6:31:22 GMT -5
Long Black Train -- Josh Turner
There's a long black train comin' down the line, Feeding off the souls that are lost and cryin'. Rails of sin, only evil remains. Watch out, brother, for that long black train. Look to the heaven's, you can look to the sky. You can find redemption staring back into your eyes. There is protection and there's peace the same: Burnin' your ticket for that long black train.
'Cause there's victory in the Lord, I say. Victory in the Lord. Cling to the Father and his Holy name, And don't go ridin' on that long black train.
There's an engineer on that long black train, Makin' you wonder if the ride is worth the pain. He's just a-waitin' on your heart to say: "Let me ride on that long black train."
But you know there's victory in the Lord, I say. Victory in the Lord. Cling to the Father and his Holy name, And don't go ridin' on that long black train.
Well, I can hear the whistle from a mile away. It sounds so good but I must stay away. That train is a beauty makin' everybody stare, But its only destination is the middle of nowhere.
But you know there's victory in the Lord, I say. Victory in the Lord. Cling to the Father and his Holy name, And don't go ridin' on that long black train.
I said cling to the Father and his Holy name, And don't go ridin' on that long black train.
Yeah, watch out brother for that long black train. That devil's drivin' that long black train.
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Post by LegolasLover on Dec 26, 2007 20:01:47 GMT -5
The Lakes of Ponchartrain--Deanta
‘Twas on one bring March morning I bid New Orleans adieu And I turned the road to Jackson town My fortune to renew I cursed all foreign money No credit could I gain Which burned my heart with longing for The lakes of Ponchartrain
I stepped on board Of a railroad car Beneath the morning sun And I rode the road til evening When I laid me down again All strangers there No friends to me Til a dark girl toward me came And I fell in love with a Creole girl On the lakes of Ponchartrain
I said “My pretty Creole girl My money here’s no good If it weren’t for the alligators I’d sleep out in the wood” “You’re welcome here kind stranger Our house is very plain But we never turn a stranger out On the lakes of Ponchartrain
She took me to her mommy’s house And she treated me right well The hair upon her shoulders In jet black ringlets fell To try and paint her beauty I’m sure would be in vain So handsome was my Creole girl On the lakes of Ponchartrain
I asked her if she’d marry me She said it could never be For she had got a lover And he was far at sea She said that she would wait for him And true she would remain Til he returned for his Creole girl And the lakes of Ponchartrain
So fare thee well my bonny old girl I ne’er will see no more But I’ll ne’er forget your kindness And the cottage by the shore And at each social gathering A flowing glass I’ll raise And I’ll drink a health to my Creole girl And the lakes of Ponchartrain
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Post by LegolasLover on Dec 26, 2007 20:02:27 GMT -5
Walking in the Air--Chloe Agnew
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Post by LegolasLover on Dec 26, 2007 20:28:43 GMT -5
The Sky and the Dawn and the Sun--Celtic Woman
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Post by hobbitgirl on Dec 27, 2007 5:56:41 GMT -5
Lothlorien -- Howard Shore
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Post by LegolasLover on Dec 28, 2007 21:12:35 GMT -5
cuChilainn's Last Battle--Brian Dunning; Jeff Johnson
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Post by LegolasLover on Dec 28, 2007 21:14:25 GMT -5
The Foggy Dew--Sinead O'Connor; The Chieftains
As down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I There armed lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by No pipe did hum no battle drum Did sound its loud tattoo But the angelus bells o’er the Liffey swells Rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin town Hung they out the flag of war Twas better to die ‘neath an Irish sky Then at Sudlaugh or Sud El Bar And from the plains of royal Meath Strong men came hurrying through While Britannia’s Huns with their long-range guns Sailed in through the foggy dew
The bravest fell and the requiem bell Rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide In the springing of the year While the world did gaze with deep amaze At those fearless men but few Who bore the fight that freedom’s light Might shine through the foggy dew
Ahh Back through the glen I rode again And my heart with grief was sore For I parted then with valiant men Whom I never shall see more But to and fro in my dreams I go And I kneel and pray for you For slavery fled o glorious dead When you fell in the foggy dew
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Post by hobbitgirl on Dec 29, 2007 6:21:05 GMT -5
All-American Girl -- Carrie Underwood
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Post by Wannabe Elf on Dec 30, 2007 11:05:47 GMT -5
Jesus Is - Carman
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Post by LegolasLover on Dec 30, 2007 22:18:26 GMT -5
Chuaigh Me 'Na Rosann--Scartaglen
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Post by hobbitgirl on Dec 31, 2007 8:13:12 GMT -5
Nothing... I was just listening to something called Don't Mess Around with Slim (I think?) by Josh Turner.
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Post by Wannabe Elf on Dec 31, 2007 11:22:51 GMT -5
What Child is This? by Cheri Keaggy. (My dad is playing the cd)
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