THIS IS MY WISH
This is my wish my wish for the world That peace would find its way for every boy and girl This is the time The time for harmony let love be the song that everybody sings
Fill the air with joyful noise Ring the bells and raise our voice Let there be peace on earth
Lift our light Let it shine Shine, shine, shine Let there be peace on earth
I hear the sweetest sound the sound of hope to come together we can bring Good will to everyone Let it start with you Let it start with me Let every nation rise And sing this melody
Fill the air with joyful noise Ring the bells and raise our voice Let there be peace on earth
Lift our light Let it shine Shine, shine, shine Let there be peace on earth
Fill the air with joyful noise Ring the bells and raise our voice OH OH OH … Fill the air with joyful noise Ring the bells and raise our voice Let there be peace on earth
Lift our light Let it shine Shine, shine, shine Let there be peace on earth
HASHEWIE
Hashewie. Shewie. Hashewie. Shewie. Biha-de ha-bir-na Hashewie. Shewie. Hashewie. Shewie. Biha-de ha-bir-na. Hashe-wie-na-bel-na. A-lem kit-fel-to. Kulu-me-nin-et-na. Hashe-wie eni-bel. Nefa-lit-a-di-na. Biha-de-ha-bir-na.
Hashewie. Shewie. Hashewie. Shewie. Go round and round. Shewie Hashewie. Shewie. Hashewie. Shewie. Go round and round. Shewie. All together round. Saying round and round. So the world would know
Know who we are. Let us say out loud this is who we are Know who we are. Let us say out loud this is who we are. All together round. Go round and round. Shewie.
Eight Days of Hanukkah
One, is for the temple walls that didn't fall One, is for the temple walls that didn't fall. Two, is for the men who fought God bless them all. Three, is for the oil they found, enough for just one day.
Four, is for the miracle that came their way; it burned for eight days Five, is for the hope and faith that wouldn't die.
Six, is for the Torah scrolls that still survive Six, is for the Torah scrolls that still survive. Seven, is for all the songs in honor of them. Number eight, a Prayer and Amen. Eight days of Hanukkah, eight happy nights.
Eight days to celebrate the festival of lights Eight days to celebrate the festival of lights. Eight gifts at Hanukkah, what memories they raise Of those eight, wonderful days. Let’s all count, count the ways.
One, is for the temple walls that didn't fall One, is for the temple walls that didn't fall. Two, is for the men who fought God bless them all. Three, is for the oil they found, enough for just one day.
Four, is for the miracle that came their way; it burned for eight days Five, is for the hope and faith that wouldn't die.
Six, is for the Torah scrolls that still survive Six, is for the Torah scrolls that still survive. Seven, is for all the songs in honor of them. Number eight, a Prayer and Amen. Eight days of Hanukkah, eight happy nights.
Eight days to celebrate the festival of lights Eight days to celebrate the festival of lights. Eight gifts at Hanukkah, what memories they raise Of those eight ,wonderful days. of those eight wonderful days.
A la Media Noche
LA LA LA… A la media noche al rigor del hielo Nace Jesucristo, redentor del cielo. A la media noche el gallo cantaba y en su voz decía ya Cristo ha nacido.
LA LA LA… Entre pajas nace del cielo el Gran Rey A su lado tiene la mula y el buey. El buey tan humilde las pajas le echaba Mientras que la mula lo descobijaba.
Festejo de Navidad
Bun burun bun bun... Señor Don José, Señora María ha nacido en Lima el niño Manuel. los negros del Lima, traen para El Tondero y festejo, buñuelos con miel.
la comadre Juana será su madrina Y pa’hacerle caldo mató a su gallina. Será su padrino, el compay Quiñones Pa su ahijado Divino ricos picarones. Bun burun bun bun...
El negro Gaspar, desde casa grande Trae pa’l niñito caña pa’ chupar... Un fino alfajor su tio melchor. Que pa su zambito quiere lo mejor. El buen Baltazar agüita de azahar Pa que Manuelito no vuelva a llorar... Bun burun bun bun...
Jesusito de mi alma no llores así que todos los negros se mueren por tí. Del paseo de aguas vienen hasta aquí con arroz con leche, flor de capulí. los de malambito traen para tí humitas de dulce pan de ajonjolí
Jesusito de mi alma no llores así que todos los negros, ya estamos aquí. Bun burun bun bun...