| | D | A7 | G | D |
| The season is upon us now | | | | |
| | G | A | D |
| A time for gifts and giving | | | |
| | D | A7 | G | D |
| And as the year draws to its close | | | | |
| | Em7 | A7 | D |
| I think about my living | | | |
| The Christmas time when I was young, The magic and the wonder, But colors |
| dull and candles dim, And dark my standing under |
| | Bm | E | A | G |
| Oh little Zachary, shining light | | | | |
| | D | A7 | D |
| You've set my soul to dreaming | | | |
| | Bm | E | A | G |
| You've given back my joy in life | | | | |
| | D | A7 | D |
| And filled me with new meaning | | | |
| A Savior King was born that day, A baby just like you, And as the Magi |
| came with gifts, I come with my gift too |
| That peace on Earth fills up your time, That brotherhood surrounds you. |
| That you may know the warmth of love, And wrap it all around you |
| | Bm | E7 | A | G |
| It's just a wish, a dream I'm told | | | | |
| | D | A7 | D |
| From days when I was young | | | |
| | G | A7 | D | Bm |
| Merry Christmas, little Zachary | | | | |
| | Em | A7 | D |
| Merry Christmas, ev'ryone | | | |
| | G | A7 | D | Bm |
| Merry Christmas, little Zachary | | | | |
| | Em | A7 | D |
| Merry Christmas, ev'ryone | | | |
| | D | A | D |
| Angels we have heard on high | | | |
| | D | A7 | D |
| Sweetly singing through the night | | | |
| | Bm, | D |
| And the mountains in reply | | |
| | D | A7 | D |
| Echoing their brave delight. | | | |
| | D | A | D |
| Shepherds, why this jubilee? | | | |
| | D | A7 | D |
| Why these songs of happy cheer? | | | |
| | Bm, | D |
| What great brightness did you see? | | |
| | D | A7 | D |
| What glad tidings did you hear? | | | |
| | D | A | D |
| Come to Bethlehem and see | | | |
| | D | A7 | D |
| Him whose birth the angels sing. | | | |
| | Bm, | D |
| Come adore on bended knee | | |
| | D | A7 | D |
| Christ the Lord, the newborn King. | | | |
| | G | D |
| lay down his sweet head | | |
| | G | D |
| look down where he lay | | |
| | A7 | D |
| The little Lord Jesus | | |
| 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 |
| cradle 'til 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. |
| | F | C7 |
| I'll have a blue Christmas without you; | | |
| | Gm | C7 | F |
| I'll be so blue thinking about you. | | | |
| | Cm | D7 | Cm |
| Decorations of red | | | |
| | D7 | Gm | D7 | Gm |
| on a green Christmas tree | | | | |
| | C7 | Bb | B | C |
| you're not here with me | | | | |
| | F | C7 |
| I'll have a blue Christmas, that's certain; | | |
| | Gm | C7 | F |
| And when that blue heart-ache starts hurtin', | | | |
| | Cm | D7 | Cm |
| You'll be doin' all right | | | |
| | D7 | Gm | D7 | Abdim |
| with your Christmas of white, | | | | |
| | C7 | F, | Fdim | F |
| But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas. | | | | |
| | C | G | D7 | Em |
| Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas day | | | | |
| | C | G | D7 | G |
| Drivin' the cattle on the snow-covered plains. | | | | |
| | C | G | D7 | Em |
| All of the good gifts given today; | | | | |
| | C | G | D7 | G |
| Ours is the sky and the wide open range. | | | | |
| Back in the cities, they have different ways, Football and eggnog and |
| Christmas parades. I'll take the blanket; I'll take the reins; Christmas |
| for Cowboys and wide open plains. |
| A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night; The stars overhead are the |
| Christmas-tree lights. The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray; |
| Christmas for Cowboys and the wide open plains. |
| It's tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day, Drivin' the cattle on the |
| snow-covered plains. So many gifts have been opened today; Ours is the sky |
| and the wide open range. It's Christmas for Cowboys and wide open plains. |
| | C6 | Dm7 | /g | Cmaj79 | Dm7 | /g |
| Chestnuts roasting on an open fire | | | | | | |
| | C6 | Gm7 | C7 | F | E7 |
| Jack Frost nipping at your nose | | | | | |
| | Am | Fm6 | C | F#m7 | B7 |
| Yuletide carols being sung by a choir | | | | | |
| | E | Fm7 | Bb7 | Eb |
| And folks dressed up like Eskimos | | | | |
| | Dm7 | /g | Cmaj7 | Dm7 | /g |
| a turkey and some mistletoe | | | | | |
| | C | Gm7 | C7 | F | Bb9 |
| Help to make the season bright. | | | | | |
| | Am | Fm6 | C | B7 |
| Tiny tots with their eyes all a-glow | | | | |
| | Em7 | A7 | Dm7 | G7 | C |
| Will find it hard to sleep tonight | | | | | |
| | Gm7 | C9 | Gm7 | C9 |
| They know that Santa's on his way; | | | | |
| | Gm7 | C9 | Fmaj79 |
| He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh. | | | |
| | Fm7 | Bb9 | Ebmaj7 |
| And ev'ry mother's child is gonna spy | | | |
| | Am7 | D7 | G7 | /g | /a | /b |
| To see if reindeer really know how to fly. | | | | | | |
| | C6 | Dm7 | /g | Cmaj79 | Dm7 | /g |
| And so I'm offering this simple phrase | | | | | | |
| | C | Gm7 | C7 | F | Bb9 |
| To kids from one to ninety-two; | | | | | |
| | Am7 | Bb9 | Cmaj7 |
| Although it's been said many times, | | | |
| | Em7 | Am7 | Dm7 | G7, | Cmaj7 |
| "Merry Christmas to you." | | | | | |
| | D | Bm |
| Deck the halls with boughs of holly, | | |
| | A7 | D, | D | A | D |
| Fa la la la la, la la la la | | | | | |
| | D | Bm |
| Tis the season to be jolly, | | |
| | A7 | D, | D | A | D |
| Fa la la la la, la la la la | | | | | |
| | A7 | D |
| Don we now our gay apparel, | | |
| | D | Bm, | A | E7 | A |
| Fa la la la la, la la la la | | | | | |
| | D | Bm |
| Troll the ancient Yuletide carol, | | |
| | G | D, | D | A7 | D |
| Fa la la la la, la la la la | | | | | |
| See the blazing Yule before us, Fa ... |
| Strike the harp and join the , Fa ... |
| Follow me in merry measure, Fa ... |
| While I tell the Yuletide treasure, Fa ... |
| Fast away the old year passes, Fa ... |
| Hail the new, ye lads and lasses, Fa ... |
| Sing we joyous all together, Fa ... |
| Heedless of the wind and weather, Fa ... |
| | C | Am | G | F | C | F | C |
| The first Noel the angel did say, | | | | | | | |
| | F | C | F | C | G | C | G7 | C |
| Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay; | | | | | | | | |
| | C | Am | G | F | C | F | C |
| In fields where they lay keeping their sheep | | | | | | | |
| | F | C | F | C | G | C | G7 | C |
| On a cold winters night that was so deep | | | | | | | | |
| | C | Em | F | C | G |
| Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel | | | | | |
| | F | G | F | C | F | G | C | G7 | C |
| 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 good light; And so it continued both day and night. |
| This star drew nigh to the North West, O'er Bethlehem it took its rest, |
| And there it did stop and stay, Right over the place where Jesus lay. |
| Then enter'd in there Wise Men three Full rev'rently on bended knee, And |
| offered there in His presence Their gold and myrrh and frankincense. |
| | C | F | C |
| Frosty the Snow Man | was a jolly happy soul | | |
| | F | C |
| With a corn-cob pipe and a button nose | | and two eyes made out of |
| | C | F | C |
| Frosty the Snow Man is a fairy tale they say | | | |
| | F F#dim | C Am |
| He was made of snow | but the children know | how he came to |
| | F | Em7 | A7 |
| There must have been some magic in | | | that old silk hat they |
| | G G#dim | Am7 |
| For when they put it on his head | he began to dance around. | |
| | C | F | F#dim | C |
| Oh, Frosty the Snow Man | was alive as he could be, | | | |
| | F | Em7 | A7 |
| And the children say | he could laugh and play | | just the same as |
| | C | F | C |
| Frosty the Snow Man | knew the sun was hot that day, | | |
| | F | C |
| So he said, "Let's run | and we'll have some fun | now before I melt |
| | C | F | C |
| Down to the village | with a broomstick in his hand, | | |
| | F | F#dim | C | Am |
| Running here and there | | all around the square, | | saying |
| | Dm7 | G7 | C |
| "Catch me if you can." | | | |
| | F | Em7 | A7 |
| He led them down the streets of town | | | right to the traffic cop, |
| | G | G#dim | Am7 | D7 |
| And he only paused a moment | | when he heard him holler, | | |
| | C | F | F#dim | C |
| For Frosty the Snow Man | had to hurry on his way, | | | |
| | F | Em7 | A7 |
| But he waved good-bye, | saying, "Don't you cry; | | I'll be back |
| Thumpety thump thump, thumpety thump thump, Look at Frosty go. Thumpety |
| | C | G7 | G7 | G7 | C |
| thump thump, thumpety thump thump, Over the hills of snow. | | | | | |
| | Em | B7 | Em |
| God rest ye merry, gentlemen; | | | |
| | Em | C | B7 |
| let nothing you dismay | | | |
| | Em | B7 | Em |
| Remember Christ our Savior | | | |
| | Em | C | B7 |
| was born on Christmas Day | | | |
| | Am | B7 |
| To save us all from Satan's pow'r | | |
| | Em | D/F# |
| when we were gone a-stray | | |
| | G | CG | B7 | Em |
| O tidings of comfort and joy, | | | | |
| | G | /a | /b | C | B7 | Em |
| O tidings of comfort and joy | | | | | | |
| In Bethlehem, in Israel, this blessed Babe was born, and laid within a |
| manger upon this blessed morn; The which His Mother Mar-y did nothing take |
| From God our heav'nly Father, a blessed angel came; And unto certain |
| shepherds brought tidings of the same; How that in Bethlehem was born the |
| | D | D | A | D | D | A | A |
| Hark! The herald angels sing, | | | | | | | |
| | D | D | G | D | A | D |
| "Glory to the new-born King! | | | | | | |
| | D | D | A | D | D | E7 |
| Peace on earth and mercy mild, | | | | | | |
| | A | F#m7 | A | A | E7 | A |
| God and sinner reconciled." | | | | | | |
| | D | D | D | A |
| Joyful all ye nations rise, | | | | |
| | D | D | D | A |
| Join the triumph of the skies; | | | | |
| | G | Em | B7 | Em |
| With angelic host proclaim, | | | | |
| | A7 | D | D | A7 | D |
| "Christ is born in Bethlehem!" | | | | | |
| | G, | Em | B7 | Em |
| Hark! The herald angels sing, | | | | |
| | A7 | D | D | A7 | D |
| "Glory to the new-born King!" | | | | | |
| | C | Am |
| Have yourself a | | merry little Christmas |
| | C | Am7 | Dm7 | G7 |
| Let your heart be light | | | | |
| | C | Am7 | Dm7 | G7 | E7 | A7 | D7 | G7 |
| From now on, our troubles will be out of sight | | | | | | | | |
| | C | Am |
| Have yourself a | | merry little Christmas |
| | C | Am | Dm7 | G7 |
| Make the Yuletide gay | | | | |
| | C | Am | Dm7 | E7 | Am | C/G |
| From now on, our troubles will be miles away | | | | | | |
| | Fmaj7 | Em7 |
| Here were are as in olden days | | |
| | Dm7 | G7 | Cmaj7 |
| happy golden days of yore | | | |
| | Am | B7 | Em |
| Faithful friends who are dear to us | | | |
| | G | Am7 | Dm7 | G7 |
| gather near to us once more | | | | |
| | C | Am | Dm7 | G7 |
| Through the years we all will be together | | | | |
| | C | Am | Dm7 | G7 |
| If the Fates allow | | | | |
| | C | Am7 | Dm7 | G7 | E7 | Am | G#+ |
| Hang a shining star upon the highest bough | | | | | | | |
| | Fmaj7 | Dm7 | G7 | C |
| And have yourself a merry little Christmas now. | | | | |
| | C |
| Here comes Santa Claus, | |
| | C |
| Here comes Santa Claus, | |
| | G7 |
| Right down Santa Claus Lane. | |
| | G7 |
| Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer | |
| | C |
| are pulling on the rein. | |
| | F | Em7 |
| Bells are ringing, children singing; | | |
| | Dm7 | G7 | C |
| All is merry and bright. | | | |
| | F | Cmaj7 | A7 |
| Hang your stockings and say your pray'rs, | | | |
| | Dm7 | G7 | C |
| 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight. | | | |
| | C |
| Here comes Santa Claus, | |
| | C |
| Here comes Santa Claus, | |
| | G7 |
| Right down Santa Claus Lane. | |
| | G7 |
| He's got a bag that is filled with toys | |
| | C | C7 |
| for the boys and girls again. | | |
| | F | Em7 |
| Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle, | | |
| | Dm7 | G7 | C |
| What a beautiful sight. | | | |
| | F | Cmaj7 | A7 |
| Jump in bed, cover up your head, | | | |
| | Dm7 | G7 | C |
| 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight | | | |
| | C |
| Have a holly, jolly Christmas; | |
| | C | C#dim | G7 |
| It's the best time of the year | | | |
| | G7 | Ebdim | G7 | C#dim |
| I don't know if there'll be snow, | | | | |
| | G7 | C |
| but have a cup of cheer. | | |
| | C |
| Have a holly, jolly Christmas; | |
| | C | C#dim | G7 |
| And when you walk down the street | | | |
| | G7 | Ebdim | G7 | C#dim |
| Say Hello to friends you know | | | | |
| | G7 | C |
| and ev'ryone you meet. | | |
| | F | Em |
| Oh, ho, the mistletoe | | hung where you can see; |
| | Bdim | Am |
| Somebody waits for you; | | Kiss her once for me. |
| | C |
| Have a holly jolly Christmas, | |
| | C | C#dim | G7 |
| and in case you didn't hear, | | | |
| | G7 | C | Am7 |
| Oh by golly, have a holly, jolly | | | Christmas this year. |
| | C | Ebdim | Dm7 | G7 |
| I'll be home for Christmas | | | | |
| | C | Gm6 | A7 | Dm7 | Edim |
| You can count on me | | | | | |
| | F6 | G7 | C | Am |
| Please have snow and mistletoe | | | | |
| | D7 | Dm7 | G9 |
| and presents on the tree | | | |
| | C | Ebdim | Dm7 | G7 |
| Christmas Eve will find me | | | | |
| | C | Gm6 | A7 | Dm7 |
| Where the love light gleams | | | | |
| | F6 | Fm6 | C | A7+5 |
| I'll be home for Christmas | | | | |
| | D7 | Dm7 | G7 | C | Ab7 | Cmaj79 |
| If only in my dreams | | | | | | |
A7+5: x02021
Gm6: xx2333
Fm6: xx0111
| | C | Em | Am |
| I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus | | | |
| | C | G7 |
| Underneath the mistletoe last night. | | |
| | G7 |
| She didn't see me creep | down the stairs to have a peep; |
| | D7 | G7 | Fm | G7 |
| She thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom fast asleep. | | | | |
| | C | Em | Am |
| Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus | | | |
| | C | Gm7 | F | A7/E | Dm |
| Underneath his beard so snowy white; | | | | | |
| | F | B7 |
| Oh, what a laugh it would have been | | |
| | Em7 | A7 | Dm7 |
| If Daddy had only seen | | | |
| | G7 | Em7 | Am7 | Dm7 | G7 | C |
| Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night. | | | | | | |
| | C | F | C |
| It came upon the midnight clear | | | |
| | F | D7 | G7 |
| That glorious song of old, | | | |
| | C | F | C |
| From angels bending near the earth | | | |
| | F | G7 | C |
| To touch their harps of gold. | | | |
| | E7 | Am |
| "Peace on the earth, good will to men, | | |
| | G | D7 | G | G7 |
| From heav'ns all gracious King." | | | | |
| | C | F | C |
| The world in solemn stillness lay | | | |
| | F | G7 | C |
| To hear the angels sing. | | | |
| | C |
| Jingle-bell, jingle-bell, jingle-bell rock, | |
| | C | C#dim | Dm7 | G7 |
| Jingle-bells swing and jingle-bells ring. | | | | |
| | Dm7 | G7 | Dm7 | G7 |
| Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun, | | | | |
| | Dm7 | G7+5 |
| Now the jingle hop has begun. | | |
| | C |
| Jingle-bell, jingle-bell, jingle-bell rock, | |
| | C | C#dim | Dm7 | G7 |
| Jingle-bells chime in jingle-bell time. | | | | |
| | Dm7 | G7 | Dm7 | G7 |
| Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square | | | | |
| | F | F#dim |
| What a bright time; it's the right time | | |
| | C |
| To rock the night away. | |
| | Am7 | D7 | Am7 | D7 |
| Jingle bell time is a swell time | | | | |
| | G7 | Dm7 | G7 |
| To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh. | | | |
| | C |
| Giddy-ap jingle horse; pick up your feet; | |
| | C | Gm6 | A4 | A7 |
| Jingle around the clock. | | | | |
| | F | Fm6 |
| Mix and mingle in a jinglin' beat; | | |
| | D7 | G7 | C |
| That's the jingle-bell rock. | | | |
G7+5: xx3443
Gm6: xx2333
| | G | C |
| On a one-horse open sleigh | | |
| | Am | D7 | C | G |
| Laughing all the way | | | | |
| | G | C |
| Bells on bob-tail ring making spirits bright | | |
| | Am | D |
| What fun it is to ride and sing | | |
| | D7 | G |
| A sleighing song tonight | | |
| | G | C | G |
| Oh, Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way | | | |
| Oh, what fun it is to ride |
| | C | G | A7 | D |
| In a one-horse open sleigh | | | | |
| | G | C | G |
| Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way | | | |
| | C | G | D7 | G |
| In a one-horse open sleigh. | | | | |
| | C | G7 | Am | Em |
| Jolly old Saint Nicholas, lean your ear this way | | | | |
| | F | C | G | G7 |
| Don't you tell a single soul what I'm going to say | | | | |
| | C | G7 | Am | Em |
| Christmas Eve is coming soon; now my dear old man | | | | |
| | F | C | G7 | C |
| 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 |
| Bobby wants a pair of skates, Suzy wants a sled |
| Nellie wants a picture book, yellow, blue, and red |
| Now I think I'll leave to you what to give the rest |
| Choose for me, dear Santa Claus; you will know the best. |
This chord progression is similar to Pachelbel's Canon in [D] major. You
can play the "melody" using the available strings. Try it soft and slow
and then jump into these lyrics.
| | D |
| Joy to the world! | The Lord is come! |
| | G | A | D |
| Let earth receive her King! | | | |
| | D | G | D | D | G | D |
| Let every heart prepare Him room, | | | | | | |
| | D |
| And heav'n and nature sing, | |
| | A | A7 |
| and heav'n and nature sing, | | |
| | D | G | D |
| and heav'n and heav'n | | | and nature sing! |
| | D |
| Joy to the world! | the Savior reigns; |
| | G | A | D |
| Let men their songs employ; | | | |
| | D |
| While field and floods, rocks, hills, and plains. | |
| | D |
| Repeat the sounding joy, | |
| | A | A7 |
| Repeat the sounding joy, | | |
| | D | G | D |
| Repeat, repeat | | | the sounding joy. |
| | D |
| He rules the world | with truth and grace |
| | G | A | D |
| And makes the nations prove | | | |
| | D | G | D | D | G | D |
| The glories of His righteousness, | | | | | | |
| | D |
| And wonders of His love, | |
| | A | A7 |
| And wonders of His love, | | |
| | D | G | D |
| And wonders, wonders | | | of His love. |
| | F | C7 | F |
| Oh, the weather outside is frightful, | | | |
| | F | Abdim | C7 |
| But the fire is so delightful, | | | |
| | Gm | D7 | Gm |
| And since we've no place to go, | | | |
| | C7 | F |
| Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. | | |
| | F | C7 | F |
| It doesn't show signs of stopping, | | | |
| | F | Abdim | C7 |
| And I brought some corn for popping; | | | |
| | Gm | D7 | Gm |
| The lights are turned way down low, | | | |
| | C7 | F |
| Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. | | |
| | C |
| When we finally kiss good night, | |
| | Dm7 | G7 | C |
| How I'll hate going out in the storm; | | | |
| | C |
| But if you really hold me tight, | |
| | D7 | G7 | C7 |
| All the way home I'll be warm. | | | |
| | F | C7 | F |
| The fire is slowly dying, | | | |
| | F | Abdim | C7 |
| And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing, | | | |
| | Gm | D7 | Gm |
| But as long as you love me so. | | | |
| | C7 | F |
| Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. | | |
| | Em | A7 | F#m | Bm |
| Greeting cards have all been sent | | | | |
| | G | A | D | /c# |
| The Christmas rush is through | | | | |