Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and far away,
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and far away,
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

While shepherds kept their watching,
O'er silent flocks by night,
Behold throughout the heavens,
There shone a Holy light.

So go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and far away,
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

Down in a lowly manger,
Our humble Christ was born,
And brought us all salvation,
That blessed Christmas morn.

So go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and far away,
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born,
That Jesus Christ is born.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And the days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.

We'll drink a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

And surely you will buy your cup,
And surely I'll buy mine!

We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.

We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And the days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.

We'll drink a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
Lean your ear this way,
Don't you tell a single soul,
What I'm going to say,
Christmas Eve is coming soon,
Now you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring to me,
Tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve,
When I'm fast asleep,
Down the chimney broad and black,
With your pack you'll creep,
All the stockings you will find,
Hanging in a row,
Mine will be the shortest one,
You'll be sure to know.

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
Lean your ear this way,
Don't you tell a single soul,
What I'm going to say.

Christmas Eve is coming soon,
Now you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring for me,
Tell me if you can.

Whisper what you'll bring for me,
Tell me if you can.

Whisper what you'll bring for me,
Tell me if you can.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

The First Noel the angel did say,
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay,
In fields where they lay, keeping their sheep,
Cold winter's night that was so deep.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

They looked up and they saw, they saw a star,
Shining in the east beyond them far,
And to the earth it gave, it gave them light,
And so it continued by day and by night.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Then let us all with one accord,
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord,
who hath made Heaven and earth of nought,
And with his blood mankind he has bought.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
Born is the King of Israel.
Born is the King of Israel.