The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
While shepherds kept their watching
Over silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light:
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born
The shepherds feared and trembled
When lo! above the earth
Rang out the angel chorus
That hailed our Saviour's birth:
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born
Down in a lowly manger
Our humble Christ was born
And God send us salvation
That blessed Christmas morn:
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born
When I am a seeker
I seek both night and day;
I seek the Lord to help me
And He shows me the way:
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born
He made me a watchman
Upon the city wall
And if I am a Christian
I am the least of all
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born