Choir of The Queen's College, Oxford, Owen Rees все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
Drop down, ye heavens, from aboveDrop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness
Comfort ye, comfort ye my people my salvation shall not tarry
I have blotted out as a thick cloud thy transgressions
Fear not, for I will save thee
For I am the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Redeemer
Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness
The Three KingsThe first king was very young
O balow, balow la lay
With doleful ballads on his tongue
O balow, balow la lay
He came bearing a branch of myrrh
Than which no gall is bitterer
O balow, balow la lay
Gifts for a baby King, O