Christmas at the Carillon - Conspirare

Oh how they pound,raising the sound,o’er hill and dale,telling their tale,Gaily they ringwhile people singsongs of good cheer,Christmas is here,Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,On, on they send,on without end,their joyful tone to every homeDong Ding dong ding, dong Bong- Peter WilhouskyLullaby, Sweetest ChildSleep little Jesus, my diadem fairestSleep holy childThou of all pearls the rarestLullaby, Jesus Child,Sweet be thy sleeping.Mary is tenderly watchO’er thee keeping.- Transl. Ella Hjertaas RoeOh Holy NightO 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 angels’ voices!O night divine, O night when Christ was born;O night divine, O night, O night Divine.20