Fanfare Trumpeters of the Welsh Guard

The First Nowell
The-e fir-ist No-o-el, thee-ee angel did sayWas to certain poor shepherds in fields as they layI-in fie-ields wher-ere they lay-ay keeping their sheepIn a cold winter's ni-ight that wa-as so deepNo-o-e-el, No-o-el, No-o-el, No-o-e-elBorn is the Ki-ing of I-is-ra-elThey-ey loo-ook-ed up a-and saw-aw a starShining i-in the Ea-east beyo-ond them farA-and to-oo the-ee earth i-it ga-ave great lightA-and so it continued both day-ay and nightNo-o-e-el, No-o-el, No-o-el, No-e-elBorn is the Ki-ing of I-is-ra-elA-and by-why the-e light o-of tha-at same starThree-ee wi-ise men ca-ame from cou-ountry farTo-oo see-eek for a King wa-as their-eir intentAnd to follow the sta-are wherever it wentNo-o-e-el, No-o-el, No-o-el, No-o-e-elBorn is the Ki-ing of I-is-ra-elThis star-are drew-ew nigh to the-e northwestO'er Be-eth-le-he-em it too-ook its restA-and there-ere it did bo-oth sto-op and stayRi-ight o-over the pla-ace where Je-esus layNo-o-e-el, No-o-el, No-o-el, No-o-e-elLetras de cancionesBorn is the K-ing of I-is-ra-elThe-en e-entered in tho-ose wi-ise men threeFe-ell re-everently upo-on their kneeA-and o-offered there i-in hi-is presenceBo-oth go-old, and myr-rh, and fra-ankincenseNo-o-e-el, No-o-el, No-o-el, No-e-elBorn is the Ki-ing of I-is-ra-elThe-en le-et you-us all wi-ith one-ne accordSi-ing prai-aises to-oo our heavenly LordTha-at ha-ath made heaven and ear-earth of noughtA-and wi-ith his bloo-ood manki-ind had boughtNo-o-e-el, no-o-el, no-o-el, no-o-e-elBorn is the ki-ing of I-is-ra-el From Letras Mania