Em B7 Em B7 Em
We three Kings of Orient are bearing gifts; we traverse afar:
(Em)G D G Am Em B7 Em
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star.

D7 G C G C G
O star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright;
Em D G C G Am G Em G C G
Westward leading, still proceeding. Guide us to thy perfect light.

Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain, gold I bring to crown Him again.
King forever, ceasing never, over us all to reign.

Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and praising all folks raising, worship Him God most High.

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and sacrifice,
Alleluia, alleluia; Earth to heaven replies.

�1857 Public Domain
Words and Music by John H. Hopkins

[Chorus]
Aye and therefore be merry, set sorrow aside,
Christ Jesus, our Savior, was born on this tide.

2. At Bethlehem city in Jewry, it was
That Joseph and Mary together did pass,
Alt for to be taxed with many one more,
Great Cesar commanded the same should be so. [Chorus]

3. But when they had entered the city so fair,
A number of people so mighty was there,
That Joseph and Mary, whose substance was small,
Could find in the inn there no lodging at all. [Chorus]

4. Then were they constrained in a stable to lie,
Where horses and asses they used for to tie:
Their lodging so simple they took it no scorn,
But against the next morning our Saviour was born. [Chorus]

5. The King of all Kings to this world being brought,
Small store of fine linen to wrap Him was sought,
But when she had swaddled her young Son so sweet,
Within an ox manger she laid Him to sleep. [Chorus]

6. Then God sent an angel from Heaven so high,
To certain poor shepherds in fields where they lie,
And bade them no Longer in sorrow to stay,
Because that our Saviour was born on this day. [Chorus]

7. Then presently after the shepherds did spy
Vast numbers of Angels to stand in the sky;
They joyfully talk and sweetly did sing,
To God be all glory, our heavenly King. [Chorus]

8. To teach us humility all this was done,
And learn we from thence haughty pride for to shun:
A manger His cradle who came from above,
The great God of mercy, of peace, and of love. [Chorus]

Bob Shane/Tom Drake

The white snows of winter fall into the quiet town.
The town lies asleeping. Asleeping beneath the down.
It soon will be Christmas. Bells will be ringing. Bring us another round.
But here in the white of a cold winter night, my love cannot be found.

‘Twas only October, we danced the fire ’round.
I called as I left her, “Away from here I’m bound.”
I’ve been to the sea and back to the land and many’s the hill I’ve crowned,
And here in the white of a cold winter night, my love cannot be found.

And now in the winter I’ve come to find her here.
My love lies a sleeping. I know that she is near.
It soon will be Christmas. Bells will be ringing. Blessings are all around,
For here in the white of a warm winter’s night, my love at last I’ve found

Wassail, wassail all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee

So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek
Pray God send our master a good piece of beef
And a good piece of beef that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee

And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie
A good Christmas pie that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee

So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn
May God send our master a good crop of corn
And a good crop of corn that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee

And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear
Pray God send our master a happy New Year
And a happy New Year as e’er he did see
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee

And here is to Colly and to her long tail
Pray God send our master he never may fail
A bowl of strong beer! I pray you draw near
And our jolly wassail it’s then you shall hear

Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best
Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest
But if you do draw us a bowl of the small
Then down shall go butler, bowl and all

Then here’s to the maid in the lily white smock
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin
For to let these jolly wassailers in.

Em A Em D Em
Sing we now of Christmas, Noel, sing we here!
Em A Em D Em
Hear our grateful praises to the babe so dear.
Em F#m B7 Em F#m B7
Sing we Noel, the King is born, Noel!
Em A Em D Em
Sing we now of Christmas, sing we now Noel!

From the Eastern kingdoms come the wise men far. Bearing ancient treasure. Following yonder star.

(Chorus)

From the distant mountains, hear the trumpet sound. With angelic blessings on the silent town.

(Chorus)

Come let us surround Him on this magic night. Gather here around Him. Wondrous Babe of light.

Chorus:
D A Bm D
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
D A D F#
Born is the King of Israel

D A D A
The first Noel, the angel did say
D A
Was to certain poor shepherds
D F#
In fields as they lay
D A
In fields where they
D A
Lay keeping their sheep
D A
On a cold winter’s night
D F#
That was so deep

Chorus

D A
They looked up
D A
And saw a star
D A
Shining in the the East
D F#
Beyond them far
D A
And to the earth
D A
It gave great light
D A
And so it continued
D F#
Both day and night

D A Bm D
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
D A D F#
Born is the King of Israel

Verse 3:
D A D A
And by the light of that same star,
D A
Three wise men came
D F#
From country far;
D A
To seek for a King
D A
Was their intent,
D A D F#
And to follow the star wherever it went.

Once in royal David’s city,
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby,
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ, her little Child.

He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall:
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.

For He is our childhood’s pattern;
Day by day, like us, He grew;
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles, like us He knew;
And He cares when we are sad,
And he shares when we are glad.

And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle,
Is our Lord in heaven above:
And He leads His children on,
To the place where He is gone.

Three great kings I met at early morn
With all their retinue were slowly marching
Three great kings I met at early morn
Were on their way to meet the newly born
With gifts of gold brought from far away
And valiant warriors to guard the royal treasure
With gifts of gold brought from far away
Their shields all shining in their bright array

Ce matin, j’ai rencontré le train
De trois grands rois qui allaient en voyage
Ce matin, j’ai rencontré le train
De trois grands rois dessus le grand chemin
Tout chargés d’or les suivaient d’abord
De grands guerriers et les gardes du trésor
Tout chargés d’or les suivaient d’abord
De grands guerriers avec leurs boucliers
For Thy mercy and Thy grace
Constant through another year
Hear our song of thankfulness
Father and Redeemer hear

Dark the future; let Thy light
Guide us, bright and morning star
Fierce our foes and hard the fight
Arm us Savior for the war

In our weakness and distress
Rock of strength be Thou our stay
In the pathless wilderness
Be our true and living way

Keep us faithful; keep us pure
Keep us evermore Thine own
Help, O help us to endure
Fit us for the promised crown

As it fell out on a cold winter day, the drops of rain did fall.
Our Savior asked leave of his mother, Mary, if He might go play at ball.

“Go up the hill,” His mother said, “and there you will find three jolly children.
But let me hear no complaint of You when You come home again.”

But the children said, “We are royal sons and we will not play at ball,
For You are but a poor maid’s child, born in an oxen stall.”

“If you are Lord’s and Ladies’ sons and you will not play at ball.
I’ll build you a bridge of the beams of the sun to play upon us all.”

And He built them a bridge of the beams of the sun and over the pools they played, all three,
And the mothers called, “Mary, call home your child,” their eyes all drowned in tears.

Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), Mary mild (Mary mild) called home her Child.
And when she asked Him, “Why?” Said He,
“Oh, I built them a bridge of the beams of the sun so they would play at ball with me.
So they would play with me.”

Lo how a rose e’er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
Of Jesse’s lineage coming
As seers of old have sung
It came a floweret bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half spent ’twas the night

Isaiah ’twas foretold it
This rose I have in mind
With Mary we behold it
The Virgins mother kind
To show His love so bright
She bore for us a Savior
In half spent was that night

O flower whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air
Dispel in Glorious splendor
The darkness everywhere
True man yet very God
From sin and death now save us
And share our human load