'The Darkest Midnight in December' is an Irish traditional folk carol for Christmas night, after Fr William Devereux, 1728. It is from Fr Devereux's collection of Kilmore Christmas carols, called 'A New Garland'. These Christmas Carols are much more like folk songs.
I used to consider this beautiful Carol, as MY Christmas Carol. I have sung it as a solo during several Christmas concerts when I sang with the choir, 'Tonalis Company of Singers' and the choir 'Choros'. I have also sung it in folk clubs etc.
There are actually quite a few verses, but here I only sing verse 1, first solo acapella and then as a duet with myself with a movable drone and third time as a canon with drones.
This Christmas carol can be found in many Carol books with all the many ornaments actually written into the sheet music, true to the sean noes style from the West of Ireland.

The Kilmore Carols are found only in Wexford, and date back more than 300 years. In 1684 Luke Waddinge, the Roman Catholic Bishop of Ferns, published A Smale Garland of Pious and Godly Songs. The cover inscription continues: "Composed by a devout Man/ For the Solace of his Friends and/ neighbours in their afflictions." The book contained 11 Christmas songs, two of which are still sung in Kilmore today. The texts were new, while the melodies were drawn from various traditional sources.
Waddinge died shortly after his book appeared, but interest in the subject was revived by a Father William Devereux, parish priest of Drinagh, Wexford from 1730-1771 (the current Devereuxes in Kilmore are almost certainly related to this priest). Devereux published A New Garland Containing Songs for Christmas. This included some of his own carols along with a few from Waddinge's collection.

Father R. Ranson, who published an edition of the Devereux book in 1949, claims that "the carols were first sung in a little chapel at Killiane, and tradition seems to indicate that the choir consisted of six men." The chapel in question was "no more than a mud hut".

The carols proved very popular, and manuscript copies quickly spread to neighbouring parishes, including Kilmore. Diarmaid O Muirithe, who has assembled and edited a collection of all the Wexford Carols (The Wexford Carols, Dolmen Press, 1982) observes: "They were sung in most of the churches of south Wexford in the 18th century, and even well into the 19th century. I think it's a great pity that they're now no longer sung outside Kilmore." O Muirithe considers that the church hierarchy in Wexford is to some extent responsible for the carols' decline. "For centuries they had been regarded by the church with a kind of benign tolerance, no more than that."

One priest in Kilmore Quay in the 19th century decided to get rid of the carols altogether and replace them with Victorian hymnody. "But the people in Kilmore decided they wouldn't be banished. The priest was banished instead, because nobody came into the church the next year. The bishop had to transfer him."

The Darkest Midnight in December

The Darkest Midnight in December | Irish Traditional Folk Carol | Marianne Lihannah

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Running thru the prairie, there she goes
As a lonely venison looking for her deer
Mending sadness unloading her fears
I wish to get into her sight and wipe her tears

As summer turns its back
The colorful autumn appears.
Never ask where life starts
You might find where it stops!

She stands alone where the sky meets earth
And I´ll be the rain to bring her life
The wind is full of secrets as our memories fly
Let´s get together to weave our dream

Don´t ever think that the story ends
Don´t feel lost if no answer comes
Don´t cry if you´re on a crossroad
Don´t try to avoid your game

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The colorful autumn always appear
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paroles:
Un jour, ils viendront te chercher,
Tu entendras leurs pas légers.
Crisser sur le pâle gravier,
De ton enfance écartelée,
De ton enfance écarte les.
Ils te prendront dans leurs filets,
Comme un papillon esseulé,
Tes ailes mauves déployées,
Tu chercheras à t'envoler.
C'est comme ça quand la raison te quitte,
C'est comme ça quand la folie t'invite,
Quand les vagues déferlent,
Comme un collier de perles.
Et le temps ne t'appartient même plus,
Et le vent ne te parvient même plus,
Ta mémoire sombre fuit,
Comme une ville engloutie.
Comme une ville engloutie.
Regard absent que rien ne change,
Reflets de la folie qui mange.
Dans tes tiroirs secrets tu ranges,
Le vert, le bleu, le gris l'orange,
Le vert, le bleu, le gris l'orange.
Vénères tu un dieu, un diable,
Comme une denrée périssable.
Un écolier sans son cartable,
Aux matières, tu retires la table.
C'est comme ça quand la raison te quitte,
C'est comme ça quand la folie t'invite,
Quand les vagues déferlent,
Comme un collier de perles.
Et le temps ne t'appartient même plus,
Et le vent ne te parvient même plus,
Ta mémoire sombre fuit,
Comme une ville engloutie.
Comme une ville engloutie.
Un jour je te ressemblerai,
Et j'entendrai leur pas légers..

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Lyrics:
Don't keep on falling to the dark
hear the voice in your mind
Holy spirit is aching to rearise

Let it clean away your strife
your one and only God
step away from trouble
dont wait a lifetime

(R)
Livin' on a prayer 
some one hears your cries

Livin' on a prayer
say it aloud glory to the Christ

He waits along the way 
dont bleed another day
there's someone who bled out for your part

Guided by the hallow hand
with father in command
rebuke the satan
don't wait a lifetime

(B)
Light that covers a time frame
beating heart and soul of every nation
trust that he's the truth, the only right way
to save your soul from fire and damnation 

(R)

He had a sacred mission
to drive them in submision
the violent sins that everyone
was gnawing around

So i am asking now
for you to say it
with a shout

Glory to the Christ

Livin' On a Prayer

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