Letra The Birds de John W. Duarte

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John W. Duarte


The Birds
John W. Duarte
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When Jesus Christ was four years old
The angels brought Him toys of gold
Which no man ever had bought or sold
And yet with these He would not play
He made Him small fowl out of clay
And blessed them till they flew away
Tu creasti, Domine
Jesus Christ, Thou child so wise
Bless mine hands and fill mine eyes
And bring my soul to Paradise


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