| For Christmas my love gave me a stocking sewn of sack cloth hung on a nail
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| The simplest gift warm by the fire best of a kindness least prevailed
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| Will my love fill it with silver? |
| Will my love fill it with gold?
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| Or will my love just fill it with wonder for the humble prince born to this
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| world
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| I walked a path on down to the river well into midnight on a Christmas eve
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| To hear the beasts and birds of the forest telling the story of the star in the
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| east
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| The brightest star in one true sky, the simplest gift one cold night
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| Will that night just fill me with wonder for the humble prince born to this
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| world
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| We gather round the tree in the morning strung with berries and popped corn
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| from the fields
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| It gave itself from over on the mountain to bring us joy and hallow the meal
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| WHat if this tree that’s gathered us together, what if this tree withstood the
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| storm
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| What if this joy that don’t leave no wanting and fills us with wonder on this
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| Christmas morn
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| Well my love, I don’t need silver
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| Well my love, I don’t need gold
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| For my love I’m filled with the wonder for the humble prince born to this world
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| For my girl I’m filled with the wonder, filled with the wonder, filled with the
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| wonder, filled with the wonder
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| On this Christmas morn |