| 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,
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| Or the birth of a baby child.
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| (chorus) 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! |
| 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 snare
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| Or the silence of their prayer
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| Or the church bells on the hill
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| Or the harmony of goodwill
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| (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 world
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| With every voice in every song
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| Of every boy and every girl!
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| (chorus repeat) |