(Rita MacNeil)


Weary the travellers that carry the Babe

Long is the journey the wise men will make

While out through the darkness there shines a bright light

And into the morning the world will rejoice


Listen to the drummer boy, beating on the drum

Shepherds gather closer to wait for the dawn

And off in the distance the Child that is born

Is sleeping softly in the peace of the morn


[Chorus:]

Now the bells ring, now the bells ring

The goods news has come

The message is clear now

The world is reborn


Now hear the children singing His praise

All of the world will remember this day

While all through the ages,

This story has been told

And down through the pages the miracle unfolds


[Chorus]


Now hear the children, singing His praise

(Praise to the Child that is born)

All of the world will remember this day

(On this Christmas Day morn)

While all through the ages, this story has been told

And down through the pages the miracle unfolds


[Chorus 2x]