Christmas Spirit?

Without too much ado, my wishes of a peaceful and hopeful Christmas go out to everyone. The deliberate effort here is to avoid the Santa- and shopping-centered Christmas and focus on something more beautiful and, hopefully, more important. Something that the song below begins to express, but can only exist if it is carried on in our hearts, words and actions.

Morning Has Broken is originally an Irish hymn, made famous by Cat Stevens (whose voice can be heard in the video above). Here are the lyrics, attributed to Eleanor Farjeon.

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day.

When a Song Just Haunts You for Weeks

Nek's song has been crawling through my mind for a long time now, I cannot explain why. I hadn't heard it in ages. When I finally looked it up to listen to it, I found this version. Which sounds great!

I have no idea what's up with this song; if I think about it, it's just one of the millions of love songs out there that I can't even empathise with. But I think I'll just admit defeat and let it carry me away.
Also, I really need to brush up my French and my Italian.