This is a medley of It Came Upon a Midnight Clear, Angels from the Realms of Glory, While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks by Night, Infant Holy. Some of the lyrics are changed and it is in SATB choir cello with parts included and piano. There is optional narration before each song change that can be sung with the intro. cdboss@cvalley.net See Lyrics below:
Hear the Angels Sing

?God sent the angels from heaven down to earth to proclaim the message of His son?s birth?

*It came upon the midnight clear

That glorious song of old

From angels bending near the earth

To touch their harps of god

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

?The angels proclaimed - Come and worship, Christ the newborn King!?

*Angels from the realms of glory

Wing your flight o?er all the earth

You who sang creations story

Now proclaim Messiah?s birth

Come and worship, come and worship

Worship Christ the newborn King

?The angels spread God?s message all around; In the country and in the town. The sight of the angels sent fear in some of the people?

*While shepherds watched their flocks by night

All seated on the ground

The angel of the Lord came down

And glory shown around, and glory shown around

?The angels and all of the people in the area followed a bright star. It shown it?s great light upon a stable. There they found Mary, Joseph and the newborn King?

*Star is shining, in the night sky

Lighting up the stable walls

Baby?s lying in a manger

Where His bed?s a cattle stall

Mary?s rocking, Joseph?s walking

Angels singing, Bells are ringing

For the babe, was born for all.

?You could hear the angels beautiful voices all over the land. Proclaiming songs about His birth?

*Still through the cloven skies they come

With peaceful wings unfurled

And still their heav?nly music floats

O?er all the weary world

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???.

?�vocations? is a suite for Piano solo, impressionistic, contemplative much in the trail of Satie, Debussy or Mompou. Intimist and suitable for aesthetic pleasure. This is a series of works that will lead you into an exotic journey to far away places. Just letyourself be drift away to a better place where the sounds will healyour soul.

These Evocations range all degrees of difficulty, from very easy to more challenging ones. Therefore, are suitable for the classrom, recitals or family gatherings and parties.

Evocation I ? The Harvest

The harvest in Alentejo, Portugal, occurs when the fields become tanned and a soft, warm wind coming from the south blows. It is the time of the year when you grab your hat made of straw and you let yourself be sunk ina sea of rye.

Evocation II ? The Sepia photograph

Memories. They can be happy, bittersweet or painful... Sometimes nostalgia gets the better out of us. And then we are dragged into the past, into a suspended, slow and hypnotic time. Old sepia colored pictures in a drawer orscattered around our bed.

Evocation III ? The dead soldier

The battle is over. Amournful wife, the weeping children. An everlasting pain shutteringour heart. And the hope that wherever he is, he is in peace now. And we are all proud of him. Thank you for serving our country.

Evocation IV ? The composer

The tragedy of the blank page. An everlasting winter in our soul. Snow is falling, thepath is difficult to trail. Being an artist involves an incommensurable amount of suffering because we have to give it all. And even giving it all it isn't enough, and we feel drained and exhausted in the end.

Evocation V ? The Glowing Sun

The blond hair and the most radiant smile one could ever imagine. She is a glowing sun, like an everlasting shine in the sky. She doesn't walk, she floats with extreme elegance across the street, and in the corner, she doesn't turn ? she spins and swirls with heavenly grace.

Evocation VI ? The Far

Longing. Eternally. I hope you've read my letters. I hope you've heard my calls. I opened my heart to you. Why do you take so long? Why can't I hear your voice? Why do you keep me waiting here. Here, so close, yet... so far... alone... forever...

Evocation VII ? The Queen of Spades

The dark lady is the strongest in the deck. Mystical, fantastic, she wanders like a shadow in your world. Across the garden, carrying a sickle, she's just waiting to chop a head on the next turn.

Evocation VIII ? The Poem

A book, a sonnet. Fourteen verses with rigorous metric, with a defined purpose. A parlor game, a riddle. Can you guess what's hidden inside these wondrous sounds?

Evocation IX ? The Thinker

A desk loaded with books. The glasses. A mind always working, methodic, cold, rigorous. Numbers, hidden relationships, an everlasting connection with the abstraction.

Evocation X ? The Island of the Hydrangeas.

A paradise on earth, smooth rain, narrow and sinuous roads. Walking, then biking, then driving around. An adventure in one of the most beautiful places in the world.

Evocation XI ? The Near

When you're here everything will be beautiful. I can see it already in my head, the endless, passionate love, a tender sweet kiss that will last forever. Your lips on mine, while holding hands, in the bench, in the garden, under the tree. You are the one.

Evocation XII ?Saffron rice

The rice is golden like your hair and your class. The sweet taste of nobility, the craft ofwisdom, the delicacy of experience. Maturity is what time brings, it is not a curse, it is a gift that we should embrace and respect.