Taken from the album 'MydWynter'
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Words: Peter J Wilhousky and Katharine Blake
Music: Mykola Leontovych and Katharine Blake
Arrangement: Katharine Blake
Lead Vocal: Katharine Blake

Video directed by Amanda Burns, Katharine Blake, Michael J York

Edited by Katharine Blake, Michael J York
Filmed by Amanda Burns, Michael J York
Production consultant: Tristan Alice Nieto

Singers:
Katharine Blake
Clare Edmondson
Fiona Fey
Marie Findley
Ruth Galloway
Sophia Halberstam
Maya McCourt
Anna Pool
Josephine Ravenheart

Katharine Blake: recorders
Michael J York: kalimba, double bass
Jenny Bliss Bennett: Violin
Charlie Cawood: zither, bouzouki
Catherine Gerbrands: musical saw
Ben Woollacott: percussion
Rosa Marsh: electric guitar

Produced by Katharine Blake
Engineered by Katharine Blake, Rob Toulson, Paul Thompson
Mixed and mastered by Rob Toulson at RT Sixty

Thanks to: David Ryder-Prangley, Ewan King, Jan Noble

Taken from the album 'MydWynter'
Album available here: [ Ссылка ]
Tickets to Mediaeval Baebes MydWynter tour available here:
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Hark how the bells,
Sweet silver bells,
All seem to say,
Throw cares away,

Christmas is here,
Bringing good cheer,
To young and old,
Meek and the bold,

Ding-dong, ding-dong,
That is the song,
With joyful ring,
All carolling.

One seems to hear
Words of good cheer
From everywhere
Filling the air.

Oh, how they pound,
Raising their sound,
O'er hill and dale,
Telling their tale.

Gaily they ring
While people sing songs of good cheer,
Christmas is here.

Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
On on they send,
On without end,
Their joyful tone
To every home.

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And hark,
O hear how the bells,
Those sweet silver bells,
They fill the air,
And hark,
O hear how the bells they chime,
Those sweet silver bells,
This Christmas time,

And I fly away,
And I throw my cares away!
Those sweet silver bells!

And hark,
How gaily those bells do chime,
O’er hill and dale,
They tell their tale.
With joyful ring I hear them sing,
All through the night
Those sweet silver bells,

And I fly away,
And I throw my cares away!
Those sweet silver bells!

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