Memoirs: A Trilogy

Michael W. Smith

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    Follow the footsteps
    Or travel down your own road
    Designing your fate
    Hear what your heart says
    Still you decide which way to go
    Your life's an open gate

    'Le bon et 'le mal
    These are the voices
    We nous somme liberti'
    We make the choices

    Echoes of laughter
    Dancing in distant corridors
    With the tears of hearts undone
    Dreams we chase after
    Give us the key to any door
    We are what we become

    Holding and reaching
    We face the calm, we face the fear
    As we learn to win and love
    Voices and speaking
    Still we hear what we want to hear
    Our life is ours to choose

    Good King Wenceslaus

    Good King Wenceslaus looked out on the feast of Stephen.
    When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
    Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,
    When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.

    Hither page and stand by me if thou knowst it telling
    Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
    Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
    Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.

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    Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs hither
    Thou and I will see him dine when we bear them thither
    Page and monarch forth they went, forth they went together
    Through the rude winds wild lament, and the bitter weather.

    Sire the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger
    Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer.
    Mark my footsteps my good page, tread thou in them boldly
    Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly.

    In his master's steps he trod where the snow lay dinted
    Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed
    Therefore Christian men be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
    Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.

    Hark the Herald Angels Sing

    Angels we have heard on high
    Sweetly singing o'er the plains
    And the mountains in reply
    Echo back their joyus strains

    Gloria O Gloria in excelsis Deo (x4)

    Come to Bethlehem and see
    (Gloria O sing Gloria)
    Him whose birth the angels sing
    (Gloria O sing Gloria)
    Come adore on bended knee
    Christ the Lord the newborn king

    Gloria O Gloria in excelsis Deo (x4)

    Angels we have heard on high
    (Gloria O sing Gloria)
    Sweetly singing o'er the plains
    (Gloria O sing Gloria)
    Jesus Lord of heav'n and earth
    With us sing our Savior's birth

    Gloria O Gloria in exelsis Deo (x8)

    Alleluia

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