Michael W. Smith Memoirs: a Trilogy Lyrics:
The Voice

Follow the footsteps
Or travel down your own road
Designing your fate
Hear what your heart says
Still you decide which way to go
Your life's an open gate

(CHORUS)
'Le bon et 'le mal
These are the voices
We nous somme liberti'
We make the choices

Echoes of laughter
Dancing in distant corridors
With the tears of hearts undone
Dreams we chase after
Give us the key to any door
We are what we become

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Holding and reaching
We face the calm, we face the fear
As we learn to win and love
Voices and speaking
Still we hear what we want to hear
Our life is ours to choose

Chorus

Good King Wenceslaus

Good King Wenceslaus looked out
on the feast of Stephen.
When the snow lay round about,
deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night,
though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
gathering winter fuel.

Hither page and stand by me if
thou knowst it telling
Yonder peasant, who is he, where
and what his dwelling?
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Sire, he lives a good league hence,
underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by
Saint Agnes' fountain.

Bring me flesh and bring me wine,
bring me pinelogs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
when we bear them thither
Page and monarch forth they went,
forth they went together
Through the rude winds wild lament,
and the bitter weather.

Sire the night is darker now, and
the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not
how, I can go no longer.
Mark my footsteps my good page,
tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
freeze thy blood less coldly.

In his master's steps he trod
where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod which
the saint had printed
Therefore Christian men be sure,
wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor, shall
yourselves find blessing.

Hark the Herald Angels Sing

Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echo back their joyus strains

Gloria O Gloria in excelsis Deo (x4)

Come to Bethlehem and see
(Gloria O sing Gloria)
Him whose birth the angels sing
(Gloria O sing Gloria)
Come adore on bended knee
Christ the Lord the newborn king

Gloria O Gloria in excelsis Deo (x4)

Angels we have heard on high
(Gloria O sing Gloria)
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
(Gloria O sing Gloria)
Jesus Lord of heav'n and earth
With us sing our Savior's birth

Gloria O Gloria in exelsis Deo (x8)

Alleluia
Lyrics: Memoirs: a Trilogy, Michael W. Smith [end]