1. There's a Song in the Air Sung and Arranged by John Paul Sharp Words: Josiah Gilbert Holland, from The Marble Prophecy and Other Poems, 1872, and in The Brilliant, by W. T. Giffe, 1874. Music: "Christmas Song," Karl Pomeroy Harrington, 1904 1. There's a song in the air! There's a star in the sky! There's a mother's deep prayer and a baby's low cry! And the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing, For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King! 2. There's a tumult of joy o'er the wonderful birth, For the virgin's sweet Boy is the Lord of the earth. Ay! the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing, For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King! 3. In the light of that star lie the ages impearled; And that song from afar has swept over the world. Every hearth is aflame, and the beautiful sing In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King! 4. We rejoice in the light, and we echo the song That comes down through the night from the heavenly throng. Ay! we shout to the lovely evangel they bring, And we greet in His cradle our Savior and King! In the setting by Rev. George E. Martin (see below), there is this added refrain: And the Star rains its fire while the beautiful sing, For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King. Ay! the Star rains its fire, and the beautiful sing, For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King. 2. The Holly and the Ivy Sung and Arranged by John Paul Sharp Includes Soprano Amy Korver Traditional English Carol The holly and the ivy, When they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood The holly bears the crown O the rising of the sun And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing of the choir The holly bears a blossom As white as lily flower And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To be our sweet Saviour O the rising of the sun And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing of the choir The holly bears a berry As red as any blood And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To do poor sinners good O the rising of the sun And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing of the choir The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas Day in the morn. O the rising of the sun And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing of the choir The holly bears a bark As bitter as any gall; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ For to redeem us all. O the rising of the sun And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing of the choir The holly and the ivy Now both are full well grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown. O the rising of the sun And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing of the choir 3. In the Bleak Midwinter Sung and Arranged by John Paul Sharp Music and words by Gustav Holst 1. In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, in the bleak midwinter, long ago. 2. Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain; heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign. In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed the Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. 3. Angels and archangels may have gathered there, cherubim and seraphim thronged the air; but his mother only, in her maiden bliss, worshiped the beloved with a kiss. 4. What can I give him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; if I were a Wise Man, I would do my part; yet what I can I give him: give my heart. 4. Gesù Bambino (The Infant Child) Arranged by John Paul Sharp Sung by Jason Dooley Including: Saya Jean Burchfield, Laurel Clark, Amy Korver and John Paul Sharp Words and Music by Pietro A. Yon When blossoms flowered 'mid the snows Upon a winter night, Was born the Child, the Christmas Rose, The King of Love and Light. The angels sang, the shepherds sang, The grateful earth rejoiced; And at His blessed birth the stars Their exultation voiced. O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. Again the heart with rapture glows To greet the holy night, That gave the world its Christmas Rose, Its King of Love and Light. Let ev'ry voice acclaim His name, The grateful chorus swell. From paradise to earth He came That we with Him might dwell. O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. Note: This is not a literal translation of the Italian. 5. Les Anges dans nos campagnes Arranged by John Paul Sharp Sung by Elyse Nakajima Including: John Paul Sharp French Carol, 13th Century Les anges dans nos campagnes Ont entonné l'hymne des cieux; Et l'écho de nos montagnes Redit ce chant mélodieux. Gloria, in excelsis Deo, Gloria, in excelsis Deo. Cherchons tous l´heureux village Qui l´a vu naître sous ses toits Offrons-lui le tendre hommage Et de nos cœurs et de nos voix : Gloria... Bergers, quittez vos retraites, Unissez-vous à leurs concerts, Et que vos tendres musettes Fassent retenir les airs : Gloria... 6. Coventry Carol Arranged by John Paul Sharp Sung by: Rachel Tyrell, Laurel Clark, Saya Jean Burchfield, Amy Korver, and John Paul Sharp Traditional English 15th Century Carol Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child, Bye, bye, lully, lullay. Lullay, thou little tiny Child, Bye, bye, lully, lullay. O sisters too, how may we do, For to preserve this day This poor youngling for whom we do sing Bye, bye, lully, lullay. Herod, the king, in his raging, Charged he hath this day His men of might, in his owne sight, All young children to slay. That woe is me, poor Child for Thee! And ever mourn and sigh, For thy parting neither say nor sing, Bye, bye, lully, lullay. 7. Bring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella Arranged by John Paul Sharp Sung by: Amy Korver, Elyse Nakajima and John Paul Sharp Traditional 16th Century French Carol Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, Tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in His cradle Ah, ah, beautiful is the Mother Ah, ah, beautiful is her Son Hasten now, good folk of the village Hasten now, the Christ Child to see You will find Him asleep in the manger Quietly come and whisper softly Hush, hush, peacefully now He slumbers Hush, hush, peacefully now He sleeps 8. Toyland Arranged by John Paul Sharp Sung by John Paul Sharp and Elyse Nakajima From the early 20th century operetta "Babes in Toyland" Words by Glenn MacDonough, Music by Victor Herbert, 1. When you've grown up my dears, And are as old as I, You'll often ponder on the years That roll so swiftly by, my dears, That roll so swiftly by. And of the many lands, You will have journeyed through, You'll oft recall The best of all, The land your childhood knew! Your childhood knew. Chorus Chorus Toyland. Toyland. Little girl and boy land. While you dwell within it, You are ever happy then. Childhood’s joy-land. Mystic merry Toyland, Once you pass it’s borders, You can never return again. 2. When you've grown up, my dears, There comes a dreary day. When 'mid the locks of black appears The first pale gleam of gray, my dears, The first pale gleam of gray. Then of the past you'll dream As gray-haired grown-ups do, And seek once more Its phantom shore, The land your childhood knew! Your childhood knew. Chorus Toyland. Toyland. Little girl and boy land. While you dwell within it, You are ever happy then. Childhood’s joy-land. Mystic merry Toyland, Once you pass it’s borders, You can never return again. 9. Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming Arranged and sung by John Paul Sharp Words: 15th Cen­tu­ry car­ol (Es ist ein Ros ent­sprung­en); vers­es 1-2 trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by The­o­dore Bak­er, 1894. Verses 3-4, Fried­rich Lay­ritz, trans­lat­ed by Har­ri­et Rey­nolds Krauth, 1875. Verse 5, trans­lat­ed or writ­ten by John C. Mat­tes, 1914. Music: Es Ist Ein Ros’, Al­te Ca­thol­ische Geist­liche Kirch­en­ge­säng (Köln, Ger­ma­ny: 1599); har­mo­ny by Mi­chael Prae­tor­i­us, 1609 Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming from tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse’s lineage coming, as men of old have sung. It came, a floweret bright, amid the cold of winter, When half spent was the night. Isaiah ’twas foretold it, the Rose I have in mind; With Mary we behold it, the virgin mother kind. To show God’s love aright, she bore to men a Savior, When half spent was the night. The shepherds heard the story proclaimed by angels bright, How Christ, the Lord of glory was born on earth this night. To Bethlehem they sped and in the manger found Him, As angel heralds said. This Flower, whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air, Dispels with glorious splendor the darkness everywhere; True Man, yet very God, from sin and death He saves us, And lightens every load. O Savior, Child of Mary, who felt our human woe, O Savior, King of glory, who dost our weakness know; Bring us at length we pray, to the bright courts of Heaven, And to the endless day! 10. "O Holy Night" ("Cantique de Noël") Arranged by John Paul Sharp Sung by Mary E. Brown, Elyse Nakajima, and John Paul Sharp Composed by Adolphe Adam 1847 to the French poem "Minuit, chrétiens" (Midnight, Christians) by a wine merchant and poet, Placide Cappeau (1808–1877). Minuit, chrétiens, c'est l'heure solennelle, Où l'Homme Dieu descendit jusqu'à nous Pour effacer la tache originelle Et de Son Père arrêter le courroux. Le monde entier tressaille d'espérance En cette nuit qui lui donne un Sauveur. Peuple à genoux, attends ta délivrance. Noël, Noël, voici le Rédempteur, Noël, Noël, voici le Rédempteur O holy night! The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining, 'Til He appear'd and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born; O night divine, O night, O night Divine.