From far away we come to you,
The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
To tell of great tid­ings strange and true,

Chorus

Minstrels and maids stand forth on the floor,
Stand forth on the floor,
From far away we come to you,
To tell of great tid­ings strange and true,
From far away we come to you,
To tell of great tid­ings strange and true.

For as we wan­dered far and wide,
The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
What hap do you deem there should us be­tide?

Chorus

Under a bent when the night was deep,
The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
There lay three shep­herds tend­ing their sheep,

Chorus

O ye shep­herds, what have ye seen?
The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
To stay your sor­row and heal your teen?

Chorus

In an ox stall this night we saw,
The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
A Babe and a maid­en with­out a flaw:

Chorus

There was an old man there be­side,
The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
His hair was white, and his hood was wide,

Chorus

And as we gazed this thing up­on,
The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
Those twain knelt down to the lit­tle One.

Chorus

And a mar­vel­ous song we straight did hear,
The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
That slew our sor­row and healed our care.

Chorus

News of a fair and mar­vel­ous thing
The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
Nowell! Now­ell! Now­ell! we sing.