The first Noël
The angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds
In fields as they lay

In fields where they
Lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night
That was so deep

Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Born is the King of Israel
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Born is the King of Israel

What Child is this who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant, king to own Him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

Raise, raise a song on high
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary