(Erich Bulling)



The first nol, the angels did say

Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay

In fields where they lay keeping their sheep

In a cold winter's night that was so deep



Nol, nol, nol, nol

Born is the King of Isral



And they offered there with deep reverence

Their gold and myrrh and frankincense

And there they all sang with one accord

Their glorious praises to out Heavenly Lord



Nol, nol, nol, nol

Born is the King of Isral



And by the light of a shining star

Three wise men came from country far

And the wise men three then stopped and stayed

At the holy place where the sweet Jesus lay



Nol, nol, nol, nol

Born is the King of Isral