O tell me, gen­tle shep­herd,
Gentle shep­herd, gen­tle shep­herd,
O tell me what the an­gels sang
In the ear­ly Christ­mas morn.
O tell me what the an­gels sang
In the ear­ly Christ­mas morn.

O list­en, hap­py child­ren,
Happy child­ren, hap­py child­ren,
While I tell you what the an­gels sang
In the ear­ly Christ­mas morn.
Fear ye not, I bring good tid­ings,
For to­day the Lord is born!

O tell me, gen­tle shep­herd,
Gentle shep­herd, gen­tle shep­herd,
What the great bright host of an­gels sang,
All out in the fields so still.
What the great bright host of an­gels sang,
All out in the fields so still.

I will tell you, Chris­tian child­ren,
Christian child­ren, Chris­tian child­ren,
What the great bright host of an­gels sang,
All out in the fields so still:
Glory in the highest, glo­ry!
Peace on earth, to all good­will!

Let us keep, then, hap­py Christ­mas,
Happy Christ­mas, hap­py Christ­mas,
Children, shep­herds, folks, and an­gels
All the blest song re­peat­ing still:
Glory in the high­est, glo­ry!
Peace on earth, to all good­will!