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Chris Thile – Douglas Fir lyrics
For unto us a Child was born that day
Rejoice (ooh)
So a lot of people sing and Christians say
Then Darling
In the early morning unto us was born a little girl last May
No sooner can a Douglas Fir light up her face
Than we're strapping it to the car
For to trim it by the fireplace
With a light in a world
That our little girl is showin' us
Ooh
Unto us ten million children were born last May
Rejoice
And the government shall rest upon their shoulders
Blessed be their names
Wonderful
Counsellor
Won-won-wonderful
No sooner does the Fir grow tall
In Clara's dream
Than we lose our little girl
And gain (and gain) a sugar plum fairy
Dancing through the Kingdom in a brown stone hall
As such a list rings
From the TV on the walls
To the heart of the world
That little girl's been showing us
For unto us is born this day
In the city of David
A Savior which is Christ the Lord
Whatever we may think of that
From Syria to Manhattan
Let every child be adored
Rejoice (ooh)
So a lot of people sing and Christians say
Then Darling
In the early morning unto us was born a little girl last May
No sooner can a Douglas Fir light up her face
Than we're strapping it to the car
For to trim it by the fireplace
With a light in a world
That our little girl is showin' us
Ooh
Unto us ten million children were born last May
Rejoice
And the government shall rest upon their shoulders
Blessed be their names
Wonderful
Counsellor
Won-won-wonderful
No sooner does the Fir grow tall
In Clara's dream
Than we lose our little girl
And gain (and gain) a sugar plum fairy
Dancing through the Kingdom in a brown stone hall
As such a list rings
From the TV on the walls
To the heart of the world
That little girl's been showing us
For unto us is born this day
In the city of David
A Savior which is Christ the Lord
Whatever we may think of that
From Syria to Manhattan
Let every child be adored
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