Whence comes this rush of wings afar
Following straight the Noel star
Birds from the woods in wondrous flight
Bethlehem seek this holy night
Tell us, ye birds, why come ye here?
Into this stable, poor and drear?
Hasting to see the newborn King
And all our sweetest musics bring
Hark! How the winged finch bears his part
Philomel, too with tender heart
Chants from her leafy, dark retreat
Re, me, fa, sol, in accents sweet
Angels, and shepherds, birds of the sky
Come where the Son of God doth lie
Christ on the earth with man doth dwell
Come join in the shout, Noel, Noel, Noel
Come join in the shout, Noel, Noel, Noel
Come join in the shout, Noel, Noel, Noel
