Christmas at the Carillon - Conspirare

Born that we no more may die.Born to raise us all from earth,Born to give us second birthHark the herald angels sing,“Glory to the new born king!”AUDIENCE PLEASE BE SEATEDTomorrow Shall Be My Dancing DayTomorrow shall be my dancing day;I would my true love did so chanceTo see the legend of my play,To call my true love to my dance;Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love, my love, my love,This have I done for my true loveThen was I born of a virgin pure,Of her I took fleshly substanceThus was I knit to man’s natureTo call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! my love…In a manger laid, and wrapped I wasSo very poor, this was my chanceBetwixt an ox and a silly poor assTo call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! my love…- English Traditional CarolCarol of the BellsHark how the bells,sweet silver bells,all seem to say,throw cares awayChristmas is here,bringing good cheer,to young and old,meek and the bold,19