Letras:
Isabella

: Bring a torch, Jeannette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in His cradle

Tuned to madness Love is stifled, joy denied I do hate him I am wretched A cold contaminated bride Isabella! Isabella! I do not love you Isabella I

Tuned to madness Love is stifled, joy denied I do hate him I am wretched A cold contaminated bride Isabella! Isabella! I do not love you Isabella

Bring your torches, bring your torches Bring your torches, Jeanette, Isabella Bring your torch to the cradle, run Bring your torches, Jeanette, Isabella

still lie awake at night stabbed with dark delight Isabella, long gone now over the continents and seas alone, another city the wretched, the wonderous Isabella what are you thinking now Isabella

to madness Love is stifled, joy denied I do hate him I am wretched A cold contaminated bride Isabella! isabella! I do not love you isabella I never

So just surrender to Isabella's eyes Shine your light and make your mama smile All our angels come To welcome the awakenin' one Awakenin' wonder Isabella

Have you ever seen such a beautiful night? I could almost kiss the stars, for shining so bright When I see you smiling, I go-oh oh ohh I would never

(French carol, ca. 1553) Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, Tell the folk of the village Jesus is