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Up until tonight I used to think Silent Night went "brown young virgin" because Mary was from the Middle East.
When I was a kid we went to a church that had a bad overhead so everything looked blurry on it. It was complicated by my dad's bad eyes so when he would sing this one song he would sing "may it be a sweet, sweet sound in your car" instead of "may it be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear". He would sing it really loud too.
i went to a roman catholic junior school and when we sang "gladly the cross i'd bear" i thought we were singing about "gladely the cross eyed bear"
When I heard "Hark! the Herald Angels Sing", I thought the "Harold Angels" were a troupe run by some guy neamed Harold, like the June Taylor Dancers or the King Family.
In the Christmas song "Oh Holy Night", I misunderstood the line "Fall on your knees, oh hear the angels voices".
I thought it was "Fall, Anyanees", and Anyanees was the name of one of the shepards.
My mother was raised in a strict Catholic household. When she was little she thought the words to "Hark the herald angels sing ..." went "Hark to hell the angels sing ..." Something her brothers and sisters still tease her about.
A friend used to believe that the words to the song "and He shall make us fishers of men", was actually "and He shall make us viscous old men".
Curious why God would want us to grow up to be miserable!
When I was little, I thought the hymn that goes, "Hosanna in the highest heaven...' meant someone called Hosanna (because the name is like Rosanna) was a woman in heaven who is like an agony aunt who when you go to confession helps you sort out your problems!
when i was in junior school (in the uk - 7 to 11) we used to sing hymns every morning, and this one hymn drove me mad, everyone else *loved* it, but i'm partailly deaf so i couldn't always work out what was being sung, infact i was given some of the hymns on paper so i could sing along. but this one i wasn't given, so i had no idea what was being sung, and the fact that everyone loved it so much annoyed me even more... it was the hymn that goes "hand me down my silver trumpet lord" - i used to think it was "garbrielle my silver trophic lord" and i was like "what the HELL is a silver trophic lord?!"
In the Catholic mass, there is a part where the priest or soloist sings: "hosanna in the highest, hosanna in the highest, blessed is he...etc. etc."
I used to think they were singing "Lasagna in the highest". We are solidly Irish, but there are a lot of Italians married in, and I fondly remember many St'Joseph's feasts at the parish hall as far back as I can remember. If you don't know what St. Joseph's feast is, then you certainly have not spent much quality time around Italians.
I told my father about the belief many times, and he does not believe me to this day.
the words in "silent night" are "'round [as in around] yon virgin." i thought they were "round young virgin," because she was fat! i sang it that way for many years, and sometimes still do when i forget myself.
When my school sang 'We Three Kings' in our Nativity play I thought the first line was 'We Three Kings of Ori and Tar' and thought that Ori and Tar were countries, and spent hours searching for them on my globe...
One Easter Sunday, when my little brother was young, we went to Mass. At the point where we sing Amen, my brother wanted to participate. He started singing at the top of his lungs "Goblin, Goblin, Goblin!"
In the Christmas song silent night, the part that says, "'Round young Virgin..." I used to think that it was, "Round Jonh Virgin." So in Sunday School one morning when the teacher asked us to draw a poicture that rlates to the song I drew a little round man.
My younger brother, now 12, always thought that the Christmas carol went, "The first noll, the first noll..." Nevermind that it has no meaning, he believes it to this day...
When my mother was 4 years old she returned from Sunday School (her first time) to exciedly advice my Nanna that they had sung a song about her favourite food. Nonplussed my Nanna asked her to sing the song, little Grace sang loudly "Cheese is lovely this I know for the Bible tells me so".
At my church they would sing all these hymns and being from the South you couldnt always understand what everyone was saying.
They sang one song called "Not by Might" It went something like this...
Not by Might. Not by Might.
But by my spirit saith the Lord.
However I would loudly sing every sunday morning...
Not my pie. Not my pie.
But its the spirt's and the Lord's.
And then there was the southern oldie called "When the Roll is called up younder..Ill be there!!" which I thought was "When the ROAD is called a Punder...Ill be there!!" I couldnt figure out why people would start calling roads punders and why in the heck would I want to be there?
At my old church we sang alot of hyms.. and there was one that said "and now, let the weak say i am strong, let the poor say i am rich because of what the Lord has done"..
But seeing as i couldn't read thien and had to learn the songs by ear, i sang the lyrics as "and now, let teh wheet say i am strong, let the corn say i am rich".. i new that in the old days they ran farms alot but i never got why the farmer's crops talked to them..
My husband used to think there was a gospel song called, "Bringing in the sheep" or "Bringing in the sheets". I set him straight after I stopped laughing.
Early literacy can be a mixed blessing - being able to read I missed out on the dancing furniture, the unbuilt arks and even the happy salad (Lettuce with a gladsome mind), but I read and re-read the verse of "Just for Today" which goes "Let me no wrong or idle word unthinking say (that bit was fine), set thou a seal upon my lips, just for today". Okay, God can do everything, so the general idea wasn't too much of a problem - it was the details ... like, would the seal be balancing a beach ball on its nose? How big would it be? Would I be able to breathe? ...
The hymn "Gentle Jesus meek and mild" contains the line - "Pity my simplicity". For years I thought this was "Pity mice in Plicity" and wondered where this awful place called Plicity was where mice were so persecuted.