Carol Of The Birds

When 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?"

"Hastening we seek the newborn King,

And all our sweetest music bring."

Dove of Peace

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Hark how the greenfinch bears his part,

Philomel, too, with tender heart,

Chants from her leafy dark retreat,

Re, mi, fa, sol, in accents sweet.

Angels and shepherds, birds of the sky,

Come where the Son of God doth lie;

Christ on the earth with man doth dwell,

Join in the shout, "Noel, Noel!"

Winter Birds and Christmas Garlands

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Carol Of The Birds

("Whence Comes The Rush Of Wings")

Old French Carol

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