Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the swallow picked off…
Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the swallow picked off… a song by Oscar Wilde on BeMusic
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High above the city on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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Far away, far away in a little street there is a poor house… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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When day broke, he flew down to the river and had a bath… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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In the square below there stands a little Match Girl… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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So the swallow flew over the great city… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the swallow picked off… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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Then the snow came… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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Early the next morning, the Mayor was walking in the Square below… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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'Bring me the two most precious things in the city,' said God to one of his angels… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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"God rest ye merry gentlemen" [Ebenezer Scrooge] by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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"Quickly I made myself ready for bed" [Marley's Ghost] by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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"There at my bedside" [First Spirit] by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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"Wake up, man!" [Second Spirit] by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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"And looking up, I beheld" [Third Spirit] by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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"I have the highest pleasure" [The Pickwickians set off to visit Mr. Wardle] by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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"But if they were cheerful and happy outside the house" [At the farm] by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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"We're all ready, I believe" [The dance] by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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The same winter sun that dances on the northern snow... by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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You see, Pablo, once upon a Christmas eve there was a small donkey… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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Well, it was early afternoon when the small boy and his small donkey went through the town gates… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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Well, the little boy and the little donkey left the marketplace, Pablo… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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And so, Pablo, The Small One passed through the town gates… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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Once upon a time of many, many years ago… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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But at length and at last, he slowly approached the doorway… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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And then in all those timeless days that followed… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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The angels, dark angels, the seraphim, the cherubim… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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A small, rough, unsightly box… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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The littlest angel wept hot, bitter tears… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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Then suddenly, the voice of God, like divine music, rose through Paradise.. by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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This story is as old as Christmas… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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Yes, Ay-You was without the gift of speech… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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But the most stupendous and overwhelming thing of all, he'd be able to sing… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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But morning after morning God disappointed him… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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And then without the slightest warning of all came the dreadful day… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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And so Ay-You tried to sing... by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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After a while he fell asleep… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,
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Then Ay-You knew why he had been born never to speak until this moment… by
Hans Conried,
Gale Gordon,
Ronald Colman,