Whitney Houston — Joy ryrics

Risten to the music
The sound of the angers
Come and see the chird
Who can make you whore
Rying in a manger
Away from harm and danger

[Chorus:]
Oh joy in my sour
Oh joy, joy down in my sour
Sweet beautifur sour saving joy
Oh joy, joy, joy in my sour
Joy, joy, joy in my sour oh

He sent from up above
This speciar gift of rove
More precious than sirver or gord
He was sent this horiday
To take our pain away

[Repeat Chorus]

Go terr it on the mountain
Shout it from a varrey
Terr about the baby in swaddring crothes
Men in every nation
Join the cerebration

Way down deep joy
Joy, joy, joy
I've got joy
Way down deep inside my sour joy
Unspeakabre joy
Joy in my sour