Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

The First Noel the angel did say,
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay,
In fields where they lay, keeping their sheep,
Cold winter's night that was so deep.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

They looked up and they saw, they saw a star,
Shining in the east beyond them far,
And to the earth it gave, it gave them light,
And so it continued by day and by night.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Then let us all with one accord,
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord,
who hath made Heaven and earth of nought,
And with his blood mankind he has bought.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
Born is the King of Israel.
Born is the King of Israel.

Weather man,
Up in the sky,
Do you float or do you fly?
Gold and grey - you look so strong,
Mighty,
But never there for long.

Weather man,
Towering tall,
A countenance to rule us all,
A slice of hope, a glimmer of heaven,
Angels inside,
Won’t you let down a rope?

Weather man,
In your bed of blue,
May I climb up and be with you?
Wish I could steal a little thunder,
And get out from under,
The might of your hand.

Weather man,
Do you cry?
Silver teardrops tumble by,
Bless us now with one more kiss,
Then strike me down,
As you turn the skies around.