A choir of angels sing
Glory to God on high
And Mary in a stable dark
Sings lullaby

Chorus:
Oh, the prickle holly bush
As sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore our Saviour King
On Christmas in the morn

Oh, see the Baby King
In a cold stable lie
While the Virgin Mother Mary
Sings lullaby

Chorus

The wise men from the east
Followed the star in the sky
To where Mary, at the manger-throne
Sings lullaby

Chorus

Oh, sing the Saviour's praise
And let us all draw nigh
To the stall where the Virgin Mother
Sings lullaby

Chorus