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ST NICHOLAS (A NEW CAROL)
An original Carol about The Real St Nicholas - nice one for children, school or church!
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SongBirdCooper/Mikah MacEachern
SongBirdCooper/Mikah MacEachern
St Nick (single)
Mon Nov 17, 2008
Pop : Christmas/Seasonal
SongBirdCooper/Mikah MacEachern
St Nick (single)
Mon Nov 17, 2008
Pop : Christmas/Seasonal
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» today's position in sub-genre: # 282 in Christmas/Seasonal
» highest in sub-genre: # 1 (2,540 songs currently listed in Pop > Christmas/Seasonal) » today's position: # 2762 in Pop
» today's position in sub-genre: # 282 in Christmas/Seasonal
About the song
Resurrecting the Original St Nicholas in words and Music
Lyrics
St Nick
[A Carol to Generosity]
A strange man lived in a Turkish town*
His coat a sunset red
His beard so white
Like a snowy night
And, so the legend said:
His heart burst with so much love
That he almost seemed aglow
Vowed to spare no cost
On the poor or lost
He'd help them, but they'd never know
Chorus:
It was him, Saint Nick
Who healed the sick
At heart, with a special surprise
Sacred rites
When the North wind bites
Bringing fuel to delight the eyes
With treats in boots, for destitutes
For mothers in widow black weeds
Children with sorrows
Or lonely tomorrows
anyone else in need
He gave orphans warm wool stockings
For the shivering, gifts of coal
Oranges, sweet, for the invalids
Piled high in a serving bowl
Candles for sullen windows
Gold for the empty purse
Puddings for barren cupboards
A blessing instead of a curse
Chorus:
It was him, Saint Nick
Who healed the sick
At heart, with a special surprise
Sacred rites
When the North wind bites
Bringing fuel to delight the eyes
treats in boots, for destitutes
For mothers in widow black weeds
Children with sorrows
Or lonely tomorrows
Anyone else in need
Tag
There's a generous hand
In a Christmas land
That touches us all a bit
So if moved to give
please throw off the lid
of the spirit of Good Saint Nick
Chorus:
Cause the spirit of Nick
He heals the sick
At heart, with a special surprise
Sacred rites
When the North wind bites
Bringing fuel to delight the eyes
Treats in boots, for destitutes
For mothers in widow black weeds
Children with sorrows
Or lonely tomorrows—
Anyone else in need
* Myra, a town in 4th century Greek Asia Minor, now present-day Turkey
Lyrics: copyright © 2005 SongBird Cooper
Music: SongBird Cooper/Mikah MacEachern with backing arrangement by Keith Marchetti
[A Carol to Generosity]
A strange man lived in a Turkish town*
His coat a sunset red
His beard so white
Like a snowy night
And, so the legend said:
His heart burst with so much love
That he almost seemed aglow
Vowed to spare no cost
On the poor or lost
He'd help them, but they'd never know
Chorus:
It was him, Saint Nick
Who healed the sick
At heart, with a special surprise
Sacred rites
When the North wind bites
Bringing fuel to delight the eyes
With treats in boots, for destitutes
For mothers in widow black weeds
Children with sorrows
Or lonely tomorrows
anyone else in need
He gave orphans warm wool stockings
For the shivering, gifts of coal
Oranges, sweet, for the invalids
Piled high in a serving bowl
Candles for sullen windows
Gold for the empty purse
Puddings for barren cupboards
A blessing instead of a curse
Chorus:
It was him, Saint Nick
Who healed the sick
At heart, with a special surprise
Sacred rites
When the North wind bites
Bringing fuel to delight the eyes
treats in boots, for destitutes
For mothers in widow black weeds
Children with sorrows
Or lonely tomorrows
Anyone else in need
Tag
There's a generous hand
In a Christmas land
That touches us all a bit
So if moved to give
please throw off the lid
of the spirit of Good Saint Nick
Chorus:
Cause the spirit of Nick
He heals the sick
At heart, with a special surprise
Sacred rites
When the North wind bites
Bringing fuel to delight the eyes
Treats in boots, for destitutes
For mothers in widow black weeds
Children with sorrows
Or lonely tomorrows—
Anyone else in need
* Myra, a town in 4th century Greek Asia Minor, now present-day Turkey
Lyrics: copyright © 2005 SongBird Cooper
Music: SongBird Cooper/Mikah MacEachern with backing arrangement by Keith Marchetti
