The Tales of Hoffman: Barcarolle

The First Noel 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 Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Born Is the King of Israel They looked up and saw a star Shining in the East beyond them far And to the earth it gave great light And so it continued both day and night This star drew nigh to the northwest O'er Bethlehem it took its rest And there it did both Pause and stay Right o'er the place where Jesus lay Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Born is the King of Israel Then entered in those Wise men three Full reverently upon their knee And offered there in His presence Their gold and myrrh and frankincense. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Born is the King of Israel