There are 10 piano solos printed in the FIRST Christmas Jazz Piano Arrangement book, "A Cool Yule" (published by Warner Brothers). There are 10 more piano solos in a SECOND book, "A Swingin' Yule". There is also an extra bonus free arrangement at this site. Here are the lyrics of all those songs. Hope you enjoy them.
Lyrics
| A Cool Yule (1998) |
A Swingin' Yule (1999) |
Away in a Manger [W.J. Kirkpatrick, 1887]
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
the little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus!
Look down from the sky,
And stay by my side until morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven, to live with thee there.
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Jolly Old Saint Nicholas [Traditional, 19th cent]
Jolly old Saint Nicholas, Lean your ear this way!
Don't you tell a single soul what I'm going to say;
Christmas Eve is coming soon; Now, you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring to me; Tell me if you can.
When the clock is striking twelve, when I'm fast asleep,
Down the chimney broad and black,
With your pack you'll creep;
All the stockings you will find, hanging in a row;
Mine will be the shortest one, you'll be sure to know.
Johnny wants a pair of skates; Susy wants a dolly;
Nellie wants a story book; Billy want's a ball.
As for me, my little brain isn't very bright;
Choose for me, old Santa Claus, what you think is right.
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Deck The Halls
[Traditional English, 18th cent]
Deck the Halls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient yuletime carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
See the balzing Yule before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the harp & join the chorus,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Follow me in merry measure,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
While we tell of Yuletide treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Fast away the old year passes,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Sing we joyous all together,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Heedless of the wind and weather,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
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Jingle Bells
[James Pierpont, 1857]
Dashing through the snow, On a one-horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go, Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright,
What fun it is to ride & sing a sleighing song tonight.
Jingle bells, Jingle bells, jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride, In a one-horse open sleigh.
Jingle bells, Jingle bells, jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride, In a one-horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride,
And soon Miss Fanny Bright Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean & lank; Misfortune seemed his lot;
He got into a drifted bank,
And we got upsot. Refrain
A day or two ago, the story I must tell,
I went out on the snow, And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by, In a one-horse open sleigh,
He laughed as there I sprawling lie,
And quickly drove away. Refrain
Now the ground is white, Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight, And sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bob-tailed bay, two-forty as his speed,
Hitch him to an open sleigh,
And crack! you'll take the lead. Refrain
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God Rest You Merry Gentlemen
[Traditional English, 16th cent]
[John Stainer, 1879]
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day;
To save us all from Satan's power
Wwhen we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy!
From God our heavenly Father,
A blessed angel came;
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tiding of the same;
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name.
Refrain
Fear not, then, said the angel,
Let nothing you affright;
This day is born a Savior
Of a pure virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in him
From Satan's power and might.
Refrain
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love & brotherhood,
Each other now embrace;
To this, our holy Christmas tide
Doth bring redeeming grace.
Refrain
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Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
[F. Mendelssohn, 1840][Charles Wesley, 1739]
[combined by William Cummings, 1855]
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With the angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem!
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the Virgin's womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail the incarnate Deity,
Pleased as man with man to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel! Refrain
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Risen with healing in his wings,
Light and life to all he brings,
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace! Refrain
Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris'n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth. Refrain
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The First Noel
[Traditional French, 17th cent]
[William Sandys, 1833]
The first Nowell the angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields as they lay, keeping their sheep,
on a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell, Nowell,
Born is the King of Israel.
They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the east beyond them far,
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
Refrain
And by the light of that same star
Three wise men came from country far;
To seek for a king was their intent,
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Refrain
This star drew nigh to the northwest,
O'er Bethlehem it took it rest,
And there it did both stop and stay
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Refrain
Then entered in those wise men three
Full reverently upon their knee,
and offered there in his presence
Their gold, and myrrh, and frakincense.
Refrain
Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord;
That hath made heaven and earth of naught,
And with his blood mankind hath bought.
Refrain
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Carol of the Bells
(Zvoncekova Koleda)
[Traditional Ukranian, 17th cent]
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,
Oh how they pound, raising the sound,
o'er hill and dale, telling their tale,
Gaily they ring, while people sing
songs of good cheer, Christmas is here,
One seems to hear Words of good cheer
From ev'rywhere Filling the air
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,
On on they send, on without end,
their joyful tone to every home.
Ding dong, ding dong, Bong.
Sing We Now of Christmas
[Traditional French, 18th cent]
Sing we now of Christmas, noel sing we here.
Hear our grateful praises to the Babe so dear.
Sing we noel, the King is born noel!
Sing we now of Christmas, sing we here noel!
Angels called to shepherds, "Leave your flocks at rest.
Journey forth to Bethlehem, find the lambkin blessed."
Sing we noel, the King is born noel!
Sing we now of Christmas, sing we here noel!
In Bethlehem they found them, Joseph and Mary mild,
Seated by the manger, watching the Holy Child.
Sing we noel, the King is born noel!
Sing we now of Christmas, sing we here noel!
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Good King Wenceslas
[Traditional English, 18th cent]
Good King Wenceslas looked out
on the feast of Stephen,
when the snow lay round about,
deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shown the moon that night,
though the frost was cruel,
when a poor man came in sight,
gathering winter fuel.
Hither, page, and stand by me.
If thou know it telling:
yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
underneath the mountain,
right against the forest fence
by Saint Agnes fountain.
Bring me flesh, and bring me wine.
Bring me pine logs hither.
Thou and I will see him dine
when we bear the thither.
Page and monarch, forth they went,
forth they went together
through the rude wind's wild lament
and the bitter weather.
Sire, the night is darker now,
and the wind blows stronger.
Fails my heart, I know not how.
I can go no longer.
Ark my footsteps my good page,
tread thou in them boldly:
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
freeze thy blood less coldly.
In his master's step he trod,
where the snow lay dented.
Heat was in the very sod
which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
wealth or rank possessing,
ye who now will bless the poor
shall yourselves find blessing.
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It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
[R.S. Willis, E.H. Sears, 1850]
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold:
Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From heaven's all-gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel-sounds
The blessed angels sing.
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The tidings which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing!
O ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold,
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
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Lo, How A Rose E'er Blooming [16th cent]
Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As men of old have sung.
It came, a flow'ret bright,
Amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.
Isaiah 'twas foretold it,
The Rose I have in mind,
With Mary we behold it,
The Virgin Mother kind.
To show God's love aright
She bore to men a Saviour,
When half spent was the night.
This flower, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor
The darkness everywhere.
True man, yet very God,
From sin and death He saves us
And lightens every load.
O Thou Joyful Day (O Santissima)[17th cent]
Oh, how joyfully, Oh, how merrily
Christmas comes with its grace divine!
Grace again is beaming
Christ the world redeeming;
Hail ye Christians,
Hail the joyous Christmas time!
Day of holiness, Peace and happiness.
Joyful, glorious Christmas Day
Angels tell the story
Of this day of glory;
Praise Christ our Saviour,
Born this Christmas Day.
Oh, how joyfully, Oh, how merrily
Christmas comes with its peace divine!
Peace on earth is reigning,
Christ our peace regaining;
Hail, ye Christians,
Hail the joyous Christmastime
Oh, how joyfully, Oh, how merrily
Christmas comes with its life divine!
Angels high in glory,
Chant the Christmas story;
Hail, ye Christians,
Hail the joyous Christmastime
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The Coventry Carol [16th cent]
Lullay, thou little tiny Child,
By-bye lully, lullay.
Lullay, thou little tiny Child,
By-bye lully, lullay.
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day,
This poor Youngling for whom we sing
By-bye lully, lullay.
Herod the King, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day;
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young, to slay.
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say;
For Thy parting nor say nor sing,
By-bye lully, lullay.
We Three Kings of Orient Are
[John H. Hopkins, Jr., 1857]
We three kings of Orient are
bearing gifts we traverse afar.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
following yonder star.
O, star of wonder, star of night,
star with royal beauty bright,
westward leading, still proceeding,
guide us to thy perfect Light.
Born a king on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never
over us all to reign. Refrain
Frankincense to offer have I.
Incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and praising all men raising,
worship Him, God on high. Refrain
Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfume
breaths a life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,
sealed in the stone-cold tomb. Refrain
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and Sacrifice.
Alleluia, alleluia!
Sounds through the earth and skies. Refrain
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O Come, All Ye Faithful (Adeste Fideles)
[John Wade, 1751][Frederick Oakley, 1853]
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
Come and behold him, born the King of angels;
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
O Come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
God of God, Light of Light,
Lo! he abhors not the Virgin's womb:
Very God, Begotten, not created;
Refrain
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above;
Glory to God In the highest;
Refrain
See how the shepherds, summoned to his cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze;
We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps;
Refrain
Child, for us sinners, poor and in the manger,
We would embrace thee, with love and awe;
Who would not live thee, loving us so dearly?
Refrain
Yea, Lord, we greet thee, born this happy morning;
Jesus, to thee be glory given;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing;
Refrain
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The Holly And The Ivy
[Traditional English, 18th cent]
The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown:
The holly bears a blossom,
As white as lily flow'r,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To be our dear Saviour.
O, the rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a berry,
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To do poor sinners good.
The holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
On Christmas Day in the morn: Refrain
The holly bears a bark,
As bitter as the gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
For to redeem us all.
The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown: Refrain
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Here We Come A-Wassailing
[Traditional English, 18th cent]
Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green;
Here we come a-wandering, so fair to be seen.
Love and joy come to you, & to you our wassail, too.
And God bless you & send you a Happy New Year
And God bless you & send you a Happy New Year
We are not daily beggars that beg from door to door;
But we are neighbors' children whom you've seen before.
Refrain
We have a little purse made of ratching leather skin;
We want a little sixpence to line it well within.
Refrain
God bless the master of this house,
likewise the mistress, too;
And all the little children that round the table go.
Refrain
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Joy to the World [Isaac Watts, Lowell Mason, 1839]
Joy to the world! the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
and heaven & nature sing, and heaven & nature sing,
and heaven, and heaven & nature sing.
Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns;
Let men their songs employ;
while fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessing flow
far as the curse is found, far as the curse is found,
far as, far as the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
and makes the nations prove
the glories of His righteousness,
and wonders of His love, and wonders of His love,
and wonders, wonders of His love.
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Silent Night
[Franz Grueber, Joseph Mohr, 1818]
Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night,
Shepherds quake at the sight,
Glories stream from heaven afar,
Heavely hosts sing alleluia;
Christ the Saviour, is born!
Christ the Saviour, is born!
Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dwan of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
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Angels We Have Heard on High
[Traditional French, 18th cent]
Angels we have heard on high,
Singing sweetly through the night,
And the mountains in reply,
Echoing their brave delight.
Gloria in excelsis Deo. Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why these songs of happy cheer?
What great brightness did you see?
What glad tiding did you hear? Refrain
Come to Bethlehem and see,
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee
Christ, the Lord, the new-born King. Refrain
See him in a manger laid
Whom the angels praise above;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While we raise our hearts in love. Refrain
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What Child Is This?
(Greensleeves)[16th cent]
[William Chatterton Dix, 1865]
What child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.
Why lies he in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear: for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The Cross be borne for me, for you;
Hail, hail, the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come, peasant, king, to own him.
the King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone him.
Raise, raise the song on high,
The Virgin sing her lullaby:
Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
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O Holy Night (Cantique de Noel)
[Cappeau de Roquemaure, John Sullivan Dwight]
[Adolphe Charles Adams, 1845]
O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friends.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
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We Wish You A Merry Christmas
[Traditional, 18th cent]
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
And a Happy New Year.
Good tidings we bring to you and your kin;
Good tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding,
And a cup of good cheer. Refrain
We won't go until we get some;
We won't go until we get some;
We won't go until we get some,
So bring some out here. Refrain
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
and a Happy New Year.
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Good Christian Men, Rejoice
[In Dulci Jubilo, German, 14th cent, J.M. Neale, 1853]
Good Christian men, rejoice,
With heart and soul, and voice;
Give ye heed to what we say:
Jesus Christ is born to-day;
Ox and ass before him bow,
And he is in the manger now.
Christ is born to-day! (repeat)
Good Christian men, rejoice,
With heart and soul, and voice;
Now ye hear of endless bliss:
Jesus Christ was born for this!
He hath oped the heavenly door,
And man is blessed evermore.
Christ was born for this! (repeat)
Good Christian men, rejoice,
With heart and soul, and voice;
Now ye need not fear the grave:
Jesus Christ was born to save!
Calls you one and calls you all
To gain his everlasting hall.
Christ was born to save! (repeat)
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