Carol of the Birds - Art Garfunkel, Amy Grant

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.»