The night was cold
The air was crisp
And lambs were heard afar
The Shepherd sat
With crook in hand
And gazed upon a star

The star was bright
With outstretched rays
It shone with such intent
Then all around
Was heard a song
A heavenly choirs' lament

We bring glad tidings
Of great joy
And peace on earth to men
Goodwill henceforth
For born this day
A King in Bethlehem

The Shepherd stood
Then with a lamb
Tucked safe within his vest
Followed the star
O'er the land
Until it came to rest

And there behind
A stable door
Angel's sang with glory
How on that night
So crisp and cold
Began the Christmas Story