National Dobro - Afterlife

It Came Upon A Midnight Clear - 缇ゆ槦
It came upon the midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heaven's all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing
O ye beneath life's crushing load
Whose forms are bending low
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps so slow
Look now for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing
Oh, rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing
hear the angels sing
hear the angels sing
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When, with the ever circling years,
Shall come the Age of Gold
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And all the world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
hear the angels sing
hear the angels sing
hear the angels sing
hear the angels sing
hear the angels sing
hear the angels sing
hear the angels sing
hear the angels sing