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Cedarmont Kids

Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Gloria, in excelsius Deo Gloria,

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head The stars in the sky looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus

Oh, little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shine The everlasting

The first Noel the angel did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay a-keeping their sheep On a cold winter's