Текст песни Beatles - It Came Upon Midnight Clear (Babys In Black)

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 It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
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 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, good will to men,
 From heaven's all-gracious King."
 The world in solemn stillness lay
 To hear the angels sing. 
 
 Still through the cloven skies they come
 With peaceful wings unfurled,
 And still their heavenly music floats
 O'er all the weary world;
 Above its sad and lowly plains
 They bend on hovering wing,
 And ever o'er its Babel-sounds
 The blessed angels sing.
 
 Yet with the woes of sin and strife
 The world has suffered long;
 Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled
 Two thousand years of wrong;
 And man, at war with man, hears not
 The tidings which they bring;
 O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
 And 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 and slow,
 Look now! for glad and golden hours
 Come swiftly on the wing;
 O rest beside the weary road
 And hear the angels sing!
 
 For lo! the days are hastening on,
 By prophets seen of old,
 When with the ever-circling years
 Shall come the time foretold,
 When peace shall over all the earth
 Its ancient splendors fling,
 And the whole world give back the song 
 Which now the angels sing.