about
Polish Carol, adt by Edith Reed, ca. 1925;
tr.Polish Melody
lyrics
Infant holy, infant lowly,
For his bed a cattle stall;
Oxen lowing, little knowing
Christ, the Babe, is Lord of all.
Swift are winging angels singing,
Noels ringing, tidings bringing:
Christ, the Babe, is Lord of all!
Christ,the Babe, is Lord of all!
Flocks were sleeping; shepherds keeping,
Vigil till the morning new.
Saw the glory, heard the story,
Tidings of a gospel true.
Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow,
Praises voicing, greet the morrow:
Christ, the Babe, was born for you!
Christ, the Babe, was born for you!
Infant holy, infant lowly,
For his bed a cattle stall;
Oxen lowing, little knowing
Christ, the Babe, is Lord of all.
Swift are winging angels singing,
Noels ringing, tidings bringing:
Christ, the Babe, is Lord of all!
Christ, the Babe, is Lord of all!
Swift are winging angels singing,
noels ringing, tidings bringing:
Christ, the Babe, is Lord of all!
Christ, the Babe, is Lord of all!
Swift are winging angels singing,
noels ringing, tidings bringing:
Christ, the Babe, is Lord of all!
Christ, the Babe, is Lord of all!
credits
from
Sing We Noel,
released December 21, 2020
Andrew Christenberry-bass; Nathan Partain-Acoustic Guitar; Sarah Partain-Background Vocals; Tom Peck-Electric Guitar; Brett Sempsrott-Drums; Dylan Zyrowski-keyboard
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