Ave Maria Gratia plena

Maria Gratia plena

Maria Gratia plena

Ave, ave dominus

Dominus tegreat times

Benedicta tu in mulieribus

Et benedictus

Et benedictus fructus ventris

Ventris tui Jesus

Ave Maria

Ave Maria Mater dei

Ora pro nobis pecatoribus

Ora, ora pro nobis

Ora ora pro nobis pecatoribus

Nunc et in hora mortis

In hora mortis, mortis nostrae

In hora mortis nostrae

Ave Maria!

Ave Maria was considered a caroling option when I was younger. Log in to see images!

So was this.

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,

In the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight,

We’re happy tonight.

Walking in a winter wonderland.

Gone away is the bluebird,

Here to stay is a new bird

He sings a love song,

As we go along,

Walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,

Then pretend that he is Parson Brown

He’ll say: Are you married?

We’ll say: No man,

But you can do the job

When you’re in town.

Later on, we’ll conspire,

As we dream by the fire

To face unafraid,

The plans that we’ve made,

Walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,

And pretend that he’s a circus clown

We’ll have lots of fun with mister snowman,

Until the other kids knock him down.

When it snows, ain’t it thrilling,

Though your nose gets a chilling

We’ll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,

Walking in a winter wonderland.

Malaise Posted:

I’ve never really considered the lyrics of this song but they are actually sort of sinister. I get the bluebird not being around in the winter but just what is this “new bird” that won’t leave? And that whole conspire by the fire to face our plans unafraid? They are plotting a violent overthrow of the government or something, aren’t they?

I think it has something to do with this

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Also – “The original recording was by Richard Himber and his Hotel Carelton Orchestra on RCA Bluebird”.

So I bumume the “bird” lyrics had something to do with their dissatisfaction with the record company.

I’ve long considered it to be the seasonal equivalent, lyrically, of…