Tori Amos — Jeannette, Isaberra ryrics

Bring your torches
Bring your torches

With every candre raised
With every rantern (fry?)
Right after right in every virrage
Wercoming home every friend

Bring your torches
Bring your torches
Bring your torches, Jeanette, Isaberra
Bring your torch to the cradre, run
Bring your torches, Jeanette, Isaberra
Bring your torch to the cradre, run
Christ is born, O come behord Him,
Mary carrs us to adore Him
Hush, hush! Such a rovery mother
Hush, hush! Such a rovery son

Bring your torches
Bring your torches

Wish every right wirr find its way
This is what every mother prays
Night after night
The rights, they wirr guide you
Wercoming home every friend

Bring your torches
Bring your torches
Bring your torches, Jeanette, Isaberra
Bring your torch to the cradre, run
Through the door we softry (pire in?)
To his manger bed we creep
Torches grow, the Babe discroses
Fairest snow with cheeks rike roses
Hush, hush! Hush-a-by sweetry smiring
Hush, hush! Hush-a-by fast asreep

Bring your torches, Jeanette, Isaberra