Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
     Born is the king of Israel

     The first Noel
     The angels did say
     Was to certain poor shepards
     In fields as they lay
     In fields where they
     Lay keeping their sheep
     On a cold winters night
     That was so deep

     Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
     Born is the king of Israel

     They looked it up
     And saw a star
     Shining in the east
     Beyond them far
     And to the earth
     It gave great light
     That so it continued both day and night

     And by, the light
     Of that same star
     The wise men came from country far
     To seek for the king
     Was there intent
     Had to follow that star
     Wherever it went

     Born is the king of Israel