(erich bulling)The first noël, the angels did sayWas to certain poor shepherds in fields as they layIn fields where they lay keeping their sheepIn a cold winter's night that was so deepNoël, noël, noël, noëlBorn is the king of israëlAnd they offered there with deep reverenceTheir gold and myrrh and frankincenseAnd there they all sang with one accordTheir glorious praises to out heavenly lordNoël, noël, noël, noëlBorn is the king of israëlAnd by the light of a shining starThree wise men came from country farAnd the wise men three then stopped and stayedAt the holy place where the sweet jesus layNoël, noël, noël, noëlBorn is the king of israël