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In early December 1986 I recorded a broadcast for a BBC radio station. I was asked to sing as many songs as I liked of a seasonal nature and the rest of the programme would fit round it.
For some reason, as if there weren’t already enough Christmas songs to choose from, I wrote new words to this traditional French tune which William Morris had kindly provided with a chorus.
Just before Christmas, as I was entertaining an immense number of parents with children in a hall, someone came in and said, “You’re on the radio, Ken!” By the time my performance was finished the programme was over too so I never heard how good/bad it was. Since I’ve not sung this since the last century it could be time for an airing now.
For some reason, as if there weren’t already enough Christmas songs to choose from, I wrote new words to this traditional French tune which William Morris had kindly provided with a chorus.
Just before Christmas, as I was entertaining an immense number of parents with children in a hall, someone came in and said, “You’re on the radio, Ken!” By the time my performance was finished the programme was over too so I never heard how good/bad it was. Since I’ve not sung this since the last century it could be time for an airing now.
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Lyrics
Nowell!
I dreamed a little baby, long ago and far away,
Was born among the cattle and in a stable lay.
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell!
Nowell sing we clear,
Holpen are all folk on earth,
Born is God’s Son so dear.
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell!
Nowell sing we loud!
God today hath poor folk raised
And cast a-down the proud.
When he became a man he showed a better way to live,
And promised life eternal if we could learn to give.
But still the poor are with us, crying out in every land,
And still the rich are taking with a greedy hand.
And now it is December, two thousand times the earth has turned,
We once again remember how little we have learned.
Verses: Copyright ©Ken Okines 1986 / Chorus: William Morris /Tune Traditional French
I dreamed a little baby, long ago and far away,
Was born among the cattle and in a stable lay.
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell!
Nowell sing we clear,
Holpen are all folk on earth,
Born is God’s Son so dear.
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell!
Nowell sing we loud!
God today hath poor folk raised
And cast a-down the proud.
When he became a man he showed a better way to live,
And promised life eternal if we could learn to give.
But still the poor are with us, crying out in every land,
And still the rich are taking with a greedy hand.
And now it is December, two thousand times the earth has turned,
We once again remember how little we have learned.
Verses: Copyright ©Ken Okines 1986 / Chorus: William Morris /Tune Traditional French
richard13
This is particularly nice. I'm sorry I couldn't download it to join some of the other beautiful Christmas music here at MacJams. And I suppose the genre is correct, broadly interpreted, but a tad misleading. Sorry too if this sounds negative: it isn't really. The writing is very good, the singing is excellent, and the mood is appropriate. Thank you and happy Christmas.