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Showing posts with label Songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Songs. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 6, 2022

What famous Christmas song was written in 1818?

 


A Christmas carol, composed in 1818 by Franz Xaver Gruber to lyrics by Joseph Mohr in the small town of Oberndorf bei Salzburg, Austria.


Silent night! Holy night!

All is calm, all is bright

Round yon virgin mother and child!

Holy infant, so tender and mild,

Sleep in heavenly peace!

Sleep in heavenly peace!


Silent night! Holy night!

Shepherds quake at the sight!

Glories stream from heaven afar,

Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!

Christ the Saviour is born!

Christ the Saviour is born!


Silent night! Holy night!

Son of God, love's pure light

Radiant beams from thy holy face

With the dawn of redeeming grace,

Jesus, Lord, at thy birth!

Jesus, Lord, at thy birth!


It quickly became famous worldwide and still is today the most famous Christmas song ever.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

It's Impossible



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8D4ZRmB2Jvs

IMPOSSIBILITIES IN THE WORLD

1. You can't count your hair.
2. You can't wash your eyes with soap.
3. You can't breathe when your tongue is out.

Put your tongue back in your mouth, you silly person.

10 Things I know about you.

1) You are reading this.
2) You are human.
3) You can't say the letter ''P'' without separating your lips.
4) You just attempted to do it.
6) You are laughing at yourself.
7) You have a smile on your face and you skipped No. 5.
8) You just checked to see if there is a No. 5.
9) You laugh at this because you are a fun loving person & everyone does it
too.
10) You are probably going to send this to see who else falls for it.

You have received this e-mail because I didn't want to be alone in the
idiot category. Have a great Day. Laugh, and then Laugh and sing It's a
Beautiful Morning even when it's not.
Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom
George Smith Patton, Jr.
Danny

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Tidin Rennur by Sissel



Tíðin rennur */ **Time passes*/ 1892 by/ */Fríðrikur Petersen (1853-1917)./** *Time passes like a flowing river. We are all drifting without oars towards the waterfall. Who has the will and power to lead my little boat safely to the heavenly shore. Onward, in the name of the Lord, I am sailing my little boat. The heavenly shore is in front of my bow.