Track byBing Crosby
Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa la la la la, la la la la Tis the season to be jolly Fa la la la la, la la la la Don we now our gay apparel Fa la la, la la la, la la la Troll the ancient Yuletide carol Fa la la la la, la la la la See the blazing Yule before us Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Strike the harp and join the chorus Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Follow me in merry measure Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la While I tell of Yuletide treasure Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Away in a manger, no crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head The stars in the sky looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus, asleep in the hay) The cattle are lowing, the poor Baby wakes But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes I love thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky And stay by the cradle till morning is nigh I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day, on Christmas day I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day, in the morning Pray whither sailed those ships all three? On Christmas day, on Christmas day Pray whither sailed those ships all three? On Christmas day, in the morning Oh, they sailed into Bethlehem On Christmas day, on Christmas day Oh, they sailed into Bethlehem On Christmas day, in the morning And all the bells on earth shall ring On Christmas day, on Christmas day And all the bells on earth shall ring On Christmas day, in the morning