Some day my prince will come Some day I'll find my love And how thrilling that moment will be When the prince of my dreams comes to me He'll
; With th' angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem. Hark! the herald angels sing, Christ is born in Bethlehem. Christ, by highest heaven adored
skies With angelic host proclaim: "Christ is born in Bethlehem" Hark! The herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn King!" Christ by highest heav'n adored
clocks Should I call, should I write, should I read, should I stop? I'm a child, I'm a ghost, I'm a slur, I'm a boast I'm a prince, I'm a king, I'm a
And on earth peace to all men Hear the joyful angels singing Alleluia, alleluia He is born Let us adore him Christ the lord King of kings Prince
proclaim, "christ is born in bethlehem." Hark! the herald angels sing, "glory to the newborn king! Christ, by highest heav'n adored:
to the new born King Angels singing, tidings bringing Angels singing, good news bringing Angels singing, tidings bringing Angels singing, good news bringing Christ by highest heaven adored
born Prince of Peace Hail the Sun of Righteousness Light and life to all He brings Ris'n healing in His wings Christ the highest Heaven adored Christ
really adore, And into the evening the courting begins, I wish I was with them again. Can you imagine a piece of the universe more fit for princes and
To call my own Someday Prince of my dreams Far away To call my own Someday Prince of my dreams Far away To call my own Someday Prince of my dreams (Prince
Some day my prince will come Some day I'll find my love And how thrilling that moment will be When the prince of my dreams comes to me He'll whisper "
guitar or a bible in the air Theatre of anguish Theatre of glory God's hired hands and the devil bands Oh come let us adore---ME! Lord, there's danger
I hate his wicked grin but we're brothers to the end He will break your heart but I'll do my best to stop him. He's ticking like a bomb I adore you
that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks atop the ladder Are the ones the world adores So boost me up my ladder
I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide and ask "Was it def?" And with the straightest face I be like, "Hell yes" I slip them the digits to Papa Prince
burning And she waits for his returning When beauty lives in memory It lives forevermore She was a fairy princess once And was by all adored They
the skies; with the angelic host proclaim, 'Christ is born in Bethlehem' Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the newborn King. Christ, by highest heaven adored
the skies With the angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem Hark, the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King Christ, by highest heaven adored