I hope this means as much to you as it means to my family! " This song is from the album "Collection", "Donny Hathaway" and "Free Soul". "It's really happening!!!! The wheels for that success were set into motion in 1991, when This Christmas was added to a reissue of Atco's 1968 Soul Christmas compilation. Donny Hathaway - For All We Know. Lalah sits in with her father as they trade verses and harmonize, their voices blending flawlessly on this heartfelt version of a modern yuletide classic. Lalah Hathaway has released a new version of her late father, Donny's festive hit, This Christmas.
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As made famous by Donny Hathaway. 250. remaining characters. This Christmas is a christmas song originally sung by Donny Hathaway. This Christmas by Donny Hathaway. Chordify for Android. She did, and he immediately heard the potential in This Christmas. Any reproduction is prohibited. Lyrics to This Christmas. We'rе caroling through the night. This title is a cover of This Christmas as made famous by Donny Hathaway. Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind. Merry, merry, merry, merry. Do you like this song?
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A Journal for Jordan. Find more lyrics at ※. Merry, Merry Christmas. Since then, the song's upbeat mix of blasting horns, surging strings and Hathaway's sweet and soulful delivery have resonated with audiences around the world. Our systems have detected unusual activity from your IP address (computer network). Original songwriters: Donny Hathaway, Nadine Mc Kinnor. Tap the video and start jamming! Shake a hand, shakе a hand now. Hang all the mistletoe. The track seamlessly weaves stunning new vocals that were recently recorded by Lalah with instrumentation and previously unheard vocals by Donny from an unreleased demo of the song from 1970. And this Christmas, will be. Donny Hathaway – This Christmas lyrics. The story of how "This Christmas" became a celebrated yuletide anthem for black America is an interesting one.
In early December, This Christmas was released as a non-album single on Atco Records. Donny Hathaway - You've Lost That Loving Feeling. Lyrics to the christmas song This Christmas. Total duration: 04 min. All over the land, now. Performed by Donny Hathaway.
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