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People, look East, the time is near of the crowning of the year.
Make your house fair as you are able.
Trim the hearth and set the table.
Love, the Guest, is on the way. 2. Furrows, be glad, though earth is bare. One more seed is planted there; give up your strength the seed to nourish That in course the flow’r may flourish. People look East and sing today; Love, the Rose, is on the way. 3. Stars, keep the watch when night is dim. One more light the bowl shall brim. Shining beyond the frosty weather, bright as sun and moon together. Love, the Star, is on the way. 4. Angels, announce on this great feast, him who cometh from the East. Set ev’ry peak and valley humming with the word, the Lord is coming. Love, the Lord, is on the way. Text: Eleanor Farjeon (1881-1965) / Tune: BESANCON CAROL, French Soundclips as available: Listen below |(contact me if needed)
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