What Shall We Give To the Babe In the Manger? - The Tabernacle Choir at Temple Square, Eugene Ormandy & The Philadelphia Orchestra

It's hard enough to find the words to say It's hard to find a way to be okay A mother's love can never be replaced But what I wouldn't give for one more day And I, I would give my eyes If I could see you one last time And I, I would give my arms If I could hold you into mine And I, I would give my lungs If I could feel your air inside Oh and I, I would take your place So you could stay the rest in mine There's nothing I wouldn't give for time I think about your smile ear to ear I'll miss you more with every single year But you made us promise, no more tears Still what I wouldn't give to have you here, oh oh And I, I would give my voice If I could hear you one last time And I, I would give my all To feel you heart beat next to mine And I, I would give my soul If I could ever change God's mind Oh and I, I would take your place So you could stay the rest in mine There's nothing I wouldn't give for time Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh And I know you're here with me Forever standing by my side And I, I can feel your love Every time I close my eyes And I know there's no more pain And you won't ever have to fight I know you're here watching over me 'Cause you're the angel in my life And I know that I will see you in time I know that I wil see you in time

I find myself thinking of high school Dreaming of a life I'd find No one really wanted what I had in mind And god am I glad I'm not signed The only kids sleeping in parking lots Straight out of senior year Looking for a manager in LA Hoping that I'd find a career I find myself alone in the mountains I find myself alone in the mountains I find myself alone in the mountains I find myself alone in the mountains (And it goes) oh, whoa-oh, oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh I find myself alone in the mountains Grateful for my life today It's just me and my dog most of the time I wouldn't have it any other way Ooh, ooh (And it goes) oh, whoa-oh, oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh Oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there Oh say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation Blessed with victory and peace, may the heaven rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us as a nation Then conquer we must, when our 'cause is just And this be our motto "In God is our trust" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King, Let every heart prepare Him room, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing. Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns! Let men their songs employ, While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy. He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love, And wonders of His love, And wonders, wonders, of His love. Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King, Let every heart prepare Him room, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing.

Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled Joyful, all ye nations rise Join the triumph of the skies With the angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem Hark! The herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King! Hail the heav'n-born prince of peace Hail the son of righteousness Light and life to all He brings Ris'n with healing in his wings Mild He lays his glory by Born that man no more may die Born to raise the sons of earth Born to give them second birth Hark! The herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King!