Then suddenly, the voice of God, like divine music, rose through Paradise..

Name: Then suddenly, the voice of God, like divine music, rose through Paradise..
Description: Then suddenly, the voice of God, like divine music, rose through Paradise.. a song by Charles Paul on BeMusic

Then suddenly, the voice of God, like divine music, rose through Paradise.. a song by Charles Paul on BeMusic

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