'Twas in the moon of wintertime When all the birds had fled That mighty Gitchi Manitou Sent angel choirs instead Before their light the stars grew
The first Noel the angels did say Unto certain poor shepherds in fields where they lay In fields where they lay keeping their sheep on a cold winter
proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever, ceasing never Over us all to reign
bright And may all your Christmases be white I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all
in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight For Christ is born of Mary And gathered all