Two thousand years ago, This land lay shrouded in snow And in the East a star Guided men from afar. In Israel a child was born And soon a new day would dawn This Child, this King who was born Would wear a crown of thorns. In Bethlehem David's town Shepherds settled down Watching over their flocks Among the cold, grey rocks. Then in the sky: an angel! On this the first nowell 'Good tidings of great joy For to you's been born a boy. The shepherds hurried down To search the streets of the town The crying of a babe Gave away where He was laid. Many months later on After that angel song Wise men came from the East Expecting a Royal feast. King Herod was afraid: 'Where is the Baby laid?' 'In Bethlehem David's town, Maybe we should go down!' When the men found the Boy They gave Him some strange toys- Gold and incense and myrrh- His Deity they did infer. In a dream Joseph did see They'd have to be refugees. In Egypt they found a home Til Herod lay dead as a stone. The Child quickly grew up,  With sinners He did sup,  He raised the dead back to life, But met with much jealous strife. And so the rulers did plot Crucifixion was His lot, But on that cross as He died 'It is finished' He then cried. And so our striving can cease And be part of a Royal feast Where Christ the Risen One Can lead us to where He's gone.