| On the first noel
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| I awoke to a bell
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| It was ringing out songs
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| I had yet to know well
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| In peace as I lay I look back on the day
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| And the voice of my father
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| I still hear him say
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| «Oh well, Oh well. |
| It’s just another noel
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| Where is the king of Israel?»
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| On the next noel I remember it well
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| With my own little boy and the stories to tell
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| 'Bout a star in the sky on a beautiful night
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| And the shepherds and cattle alone in his light
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| Oh tell oh tell me about the noel
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| Born is the king of Israel
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| Little stockings hung with care
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| Hoping Santa will be there
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| Little footsteps on the roof
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| Down the chimney there’s your proof
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| There’s your proof On the last noel
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| All I hear is a bell
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| And it’s guiding me on to my home immortal
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| All around I see my friends are in sight
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| And they’re guiding me on to the beautiful light
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| Oh well ho well, just another noel
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| Born is the king of Israel
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| Oh well oh well, it’s another noel
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| Born is the king of Israel |