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My Favorite Christmas Carol - Ave Maria

Our very own footnoteMaven has challenged us to blog our favorite Christmas Carol. I love that Geneabloggers have traditions. From the comfort of our blogs, with fMs Hot Toddy (and my coconut cake) in hand, her flannel jammies and furry slippers on (and my cuddle-duds), we will all blog our favorite Christmas Carols on Wednesday, December 15. (Don't we sing so much better online than in person?)

So my fellow GeneaBloggers, mine is below. Post yours quickly so we can all enjoy the caroling!
This Christmas Prayer is sung by many people, but Aaron Neville's voice is the one I prefer over any other. He also has several other renditions of the song. This one is a shorter version. It means a great deal to me for a very special reason and I will always hold it dear to my heart.

Aaron Neville Louisiana Christmas Concert
singing Ave Maria
accompanied by Miss Linda Rondstadt and the Community Choir

Ave Maria from Otello by Verdi (Italian Version)

Ave Maria, piena di grazia, eletta
Fra le spose e le vergini sei tu,
Sia benedetto il frutto, o benedetta,
Di tue materne viscere, Gesù.

Prega per chi adorando a te si prostra,
Prega nel peccator, per l'innocente,
E pel debole oppresso e pel possente,
Misero anch'esso, tua pietà dimostra.
Prega per chi sotto l'oltraggio piega
La fronte e sotto la malvagia sorte;

Per noi, per noi tu prega,
Prega sempre
e nell'ora della morte nostra,

Prega per noi, prega per noi, prega.

Ave Maria . . .
Nell'ora della morte.
Ave!. . . Amen!

Ave Maria, overflowing with grace,
Blessed be the fruit of thy womb.

Blessed are you above all women
for delivering to us Christ Jesus.

Pray for the one
who kneels in prayer before you,

Pray for the wrongdoer
...and for the innocent,

Pray for the weak and oppressed,
...and for those in power,

For the wretched, likewise,
show your mercy.

Pray for the one suffering
cruel misfortune,

Pray for the one who bows his head
under injustice and cruel fate.

And for us... pray for us,
pray always...

...and in the hour
of our death.

Pray for us...
Pray for us...
for us.

Ave Maria . . .
...In the hour of our death.

Amen. .

R James Enterprises, Prayer For New Orleans, accessed December 13, 2010

You Tube, Aaron Neville Louisiana Christmas Concert, Ave Maria accessed December 13, 2010


Heather Rojo said…
What a good choice! I heard it twice on the car radio yesterday, on the 24 Christmas music channel.

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