This is Perry Como . . .
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And I’d like to tell you the most wonderful, the most beautiful,
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The most exciting story in the whole world,
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The Story of the First Christmas!
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Now suppose you make believe this is many, many years ago,
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A long time before you were born!
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You’re standing on a hillside, near a little town in Palestine,
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Do you see the man in the distance, walking slowly, leading a donkey?
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His name is Joseph!
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Someone is sitting on the back of the donkey,
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And her name is Mary!
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They’ve come a long, long way,
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And they’re heading for a little town near the hillside,
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On which we’re standing!
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Something very special will happen in this little town tonight!
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For this is the little town of Bethlehem!
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Oh little town of Bethlehem,
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How still we see thee lie,
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Above thy deep and dreamless sleep,
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The silent stars go by!
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Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
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The everlasting light!
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The hopes and fears of all the years,
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Are met in thee tonight!
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Let’s follow Joseph and Mary into the town of Bethlehem,
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It’s getting dark and all of the rooms at the Inn are taken,
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But the kindly Innkeeper tells them
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They could spend the night at a stable nearby!
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Now I told you something was gonna happen, and it did!
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A baby boy is born to Mary and Joseph,
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Whom they call Jesus!
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They have no baby’s crib, so Mary puts little Jesus to sleep,
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In the soft sweet hay of a manger!
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Come, come, come to the manger,
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Children sing and asleep on the hay,
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Sing, sing, chorus of Angels,
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Little Lord Jesus is born on this day!
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Jesus is asleep in the manger,
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So let’s tiptoe out to the hillside near Bethlehem,
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Where the Shepherds are tending their flock.
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All at once the Shepherds are frightened,
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You’d be frightened too,
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Because a great light suddenly shines in the sky!
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Even the animals are hushed and still,
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But then you hear the voice of an Angel of the Lord!
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And you’re no longer frightened,
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For the Angel brings good news,
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News of a Saviour born this day,
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News of Christ the Lord!
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The First Noel! the Angels did say,
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Was to certain poor Shepherds,
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In fields as they lay, in fields where they,
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Lay keeping their sheep,
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On a cold winter’s night, that was so deep!
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Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel!
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Born is the King of Israel!
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Well, we’re still with the Shepherds,
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On the hillside near Bethlehem.
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We hear the Shepherds ask the Angel,
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Where to find the Christ-child?
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And the Angel tells them to go to the manger.
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And as they leave the sky is filled with other Angels singing,
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Glory to God! And on Earth Peace, Goodwill, to Men!
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The Shepherds hurry to the manger,
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Fall on their knees before the baby,
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And they worship him!
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For He is Christ the Lord!
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Oh! Come all ye faithful,
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Joyful and triumphant!
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Oh Come ye, Oh Come ye, to Bethlehem!
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Come and behold Him,
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Born the King of Angels,
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Oh! Come let us adore Him,
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Oh! Come let us adore Him,
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Oh! Come let us adore Him,
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Christ the Lord!
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And now, look up into the sky!
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Do you see that bright star twinkling in the heavens?
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Far away, three men are looking at that star just as we are!
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They’re riding on camels,
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And they’re using the star as a guide to lead them to the Christ-child.
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Who are these three men who follow the star?
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We Three Kings of Orient are,
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Bearing gifts, we traverse afar,
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Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
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Following yonder star!
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Yes, the three men on the camels are the three wise men,
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The new star guides them straight to Bethlehem,
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To a little baby lying in a manger!
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There the three wise men present gifts to the Christ-child,
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The first Christmas gifts ever given to anyone,
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A gift of gold, of frankincense, and of Mir!
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And they too fall on their knees to worship Him,
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And now, a great peace settles on the night,
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For it is the Holy Night!
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Silent night, holy night,
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All is calm, all is bright,
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‘Round yon virgin mother and child,
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Holy infant so tender and mild!
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| Sleep in heavenly peace, |
