The First Noel the angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds
in fields as they lay;
In fields as they lay, keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter’s night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born are the children we love so well.
Let us all with one accord
Sing praises to the heavenly child;
That hath made heaven and earth of naught
And with each birth, humankind hath wrought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born are the children we love so well.