-> "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing (or 'The Harking Of Angels Who Herald')"
Original Song Title:
"The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald"
Parody Song Title:
"Hark! The Herald Angels Sing (or 'The Harking Of Angels Who Herald')"
The angels sing on, as the newborn King is crowned
In a manger, away; Inn: not roomy
The King, it is said, resurrects all the dead
Reconciling: God, all sinners, through Me
Peace on Earth: white flags unfurled, bringing such joy to the world
Mild mercy, they herald aplenty
The nations all rise in a triumph of skies
Angels hail, proclaim Bethlehem's glory
High Heaven adored Christ everlasting, our Lord
Halls were decked for immac'late conception
Of the prophets who showed, He came later than most
With the gentlemen, merry, well-rested
Conceived without sperms, fleshly Deity confirms --
-- Pilgrims' faith, as they leave for Believe-Land
A Godhead in sight; oh such holy night
Do you hear what I hear: Angels singing?
From caroling choirs: "Our Emmanuel found!
"We are saved! No more mournful wailing!
"A Prince of Peace, new, and He's Heaven-sent, too
"Made us rich: what December's revealing"
The first Noël served to save us all from Hell
As we hail Son of Righteousness rising
On clear midnight came a redeeming Reign
Light and grace relieve hurt and pain: Mankind
The drummer boy drummed as three kings came to check --
-- Out the stories, and sure 'nough, they see Him
Gold, frankincense, myrhh, by the batch, they gave Her
Chose Madonna sans sin: God, to breed Him
Disciples: "Give a sign?" He turned water into wine
Shows the good path and not the immoral
So silent a night: Babe whose might quite smites our plight
He rejects Sin that, all men, imperiled
What child is this, who can bring us such bliss?
And whose words have such great healing powers?
He flies as on wings and does marvelous things
Of His glory, to all, a reminder
Our Savior's rise: so no more, Mankind dies
He prayed and spoke; preached; whole world: alter
He raised us from Earth and He gave us second birth
Live our lives as we certainly oughter
The Huron told a carol quite old
In the ruins of a Jesuit mission
From Wintertime's Moon comes de Brébeuf's tune
Canadian Christmas tradition
The first white men go to Ontario
The words of the Prophet, to render
And the angels still sing "Glory to the newborn King!"
Never fails: our Defender; His splendor
Ever trusting Christ, Paul; faithful, come, ye all
Or in Latin, "Adeste Fidelis"
As church bells chime, sing out His praises, sublime
May you find out where Heaven, not Hell, is
His glory lives on as the angels all beam down
Shepherds' crocks quake while flocks, watching duly
Hark! Heralding His way even unto today
If prevails: peace! Remember it truly
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