Lyrics Carol of the Birds - Art Garfunkel, Amy Grant

Carol of the Birds

Whence comes this rush of wings afar
Following straight the Noel star
Birds from the woods in wondrous flight
Bethlehem seek this holy night
Tell us, ye birds, why come ye here?
Into this stable, poor and drear?
Hasting to see the new born King
And all our sweetest musics bring
Hark!
How the winged finch bears his part
Philomel, too with tender heart:
Chants from her leafy dark retreat,
«Re, me, fa, sol» in accents sweet
Angels, and shepherds, birds of the sky
Come where the Son of God doth lie
Christ from the earth and man doth dwell
Come join in the shout, «Noel, Noel, Noel.»
Come join in the shout, «Noel, Noel, Noel.»
Come join in the shout, «Noel, Noel, Noel.»