Choir of The Queen's College, Oxford, Owen Rees все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- Drop down, ye heavens, from above
Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness
Comfort ye, comfort ye my people my salvation shall not tarry
I have blotted out as a thick cloud thy transgressions
Fear not, for I will save thee
For I am the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Redeemer
Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness
- The Three Kings
The first king was very young
O balow, balow la lay
With doleful ballads on his tongue
O balow, balow la lay
He came bearing a branch of myrrh
Than which no gall is bitterer
O balow, balow la lay
Gifts for a baby King, O