Liza Lehmann - No Candle Was There and No Fire
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No candle was there and no fire
In the stable where Jesus was born
In the stall where our Saviour was laid
Till the rosyred breaking of morn
For the Christchild and Saviour no light, and never a candle to burn
But the moon gave a radiance divine
And the stars an effulgence bright;
And the only sound to be heard
Was the lowing of kine through the night
And the sighing of wind in the trees, and the flapping of Angels' wings
In the stable where Jesus was born
In the stall where our Saviour was laid
Till the rosyred breaking of morn
For the Christchild and Saviour no light, and never a candle to burn
But the moon gave a radiance divine
And the stars an effulgence bright;
And the only sound to be heard
Was the lowing of kine through the night
And the sighing of wind in the trees, and the flapping of Angels' wings
