Patti Page (born Clara Ann Fowler on November 8, 1927 in Claremore, Oklahom… Read Full Bio ↴Patti Page (born Clara Ann Fowler on November 8, 1927 in Claremore, Oklahoma (some sources give Muskogee, Oklahoma), died January 1, 2013 Encinitas, California) is one of the best-known female singers in traditional pop music. She is the best-selling female artist of the 1950s and was among the first to cross over from country music to pop. Her recording career spans the years 1947 to 1981. Page continued to perform live up until her death at 85. She was billed as "The Singing Rage, Miss Patti Page".

In 1974 and 1975, she recorded for Avco Records, and, in 1981, recorded for Plantation Records, her most recent record label. Page's most recent single to appear on any Billboard chart was the 1982 #80 country single, "My Man Friday". (She last appeared on the pop chart in 1968, with her version of O.C. Smith's hit, "Little Green Apples", and on the Adult Contemporary chart with "Give Him Love" in 1971.)

Page made the country chart in up to 1983, with her biggest hit during that time being "Hello, We're Lonely," a 1973 #14 duet with Tom T. Hall.

In the 1990s, Page started her own label, C.A.F. Records. In 1998, she won a Grammy as "Best Traditional Pop Singer". Page continued to record into the new millenium with the CDs BRAND NEW TENNESSEE WALTZ, SWEET SOUNDS OF CHRISTMAS (2002), CHILD OF MINE (2003) and her last 2009 release BEST OF COUNTRY. Many of her songs have a strong beat to them that prelude rock 'n' roll. These titles include "Mister and Mississippi", "Detour" and "Cross Over the Bridge". In 1956, she married choreographer Charles O'Curran. They adopted two children, a daughter, Kathleen, and a son, Daniel O'Curran.

Christmas Choir
Patti Page Lyrics

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Listen to the choir.
In their choir full attire.
Singing higher ever high.
Voices rising, to the sky.
Bringing peace and rest, within my troubled soul.
When I listen to the sweet, Christmas choir.

Fullish faces glow.

As their voices lift and grow.
In this weary world of woe.
There's no sweeter sound I know.
If I should ever hear, the angels sing,
They'll be sounding like the sweet, Christmas choir.

In this weary world of woe.
There's no sweeter sound I know.

If I should ever hear, the angels sing,
They'll be sounding like the sweet, Christmas choir.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Patti Page's song "Christmas Choir" describe the joy and comfort that can be found in listening to a choir singing Christmas carols. The singer describes the choir as being in full attire and singing higher and higher, with their voices rising up to the sky. She finds that listening to the choir brings peace and rest to her troubled soul.

The second verse goes on to describe the beauty of the choir, with their "fullish faces" glowing as their voices lift and grow. In a weary world full of woe, there is no sweeter sound than the sweet Christmas choir. The singer even goes so far as to say that if she were to ever hear the angels sing, she imagines they would sound like this choir.

Overall, the song celebrates the power of music to uplift and bring joy, especially during the holiday season. The choir symbolizes hope and peace, and listening to them sing can provide a much-needed escape from the struggles of everyday life.

Line by Line Meaning

Listen to the choir.
Directs the listener to pay attention to the choir.

In their choir full attire.
The choir is dressed in their full outfit.

Singing higher ever high.
Their singing is reaching more elevated heights.

Voices rising, to the sky.
Their voices are ascending towards the heavens.

Bringing peace and rest, within my troubled soul.
The sweet melodies bring a sense of tranquility in times of distress.

When I listen to the sweet, Christmas choir.
The source of the comfort is the Christmas choir.

Fullish faces glow.
The faces of the choir members are bright and radiant.

As their voices lift and grow.
The beauty of their singing is becoming more pronounced.

In this weary world of woe.
The world is a place of hardship.

There's no sweeter sound I know.
Nothing is more pleasant than the harmony of the choir.

If I should ever hear, the angels sing,
If there are divine beings singing,