Barry Manilow — Joy to the World/Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Joy to the world! The Lord is come: Let earth receive her King! Let every heart prepare him room And heaven and nature sing Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns: Let men their songs employ While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy No more let sins and sorrows grow Nor thorns infest the ground: He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found He rules the earth with truth and grace And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness And wonders of his love Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on our troubles Will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the yule tide gay From now on our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden day of yours Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the faiths allow Hang a shinning star Upon the highest bow And have your self a merry little Christmas now The'll be near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the faiths allow Hang a shinning star Upon the highest bow And have your self a merry little Christmas now A merry little Christmas now