Michael W. Smith

Michael W. Smith - Memoirs: A Trilogy lyrics

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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?

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




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