What sweeter music can we bring
Than a carol for to sing
The birth of this our heavenly King
Awake the voice awake the string
Dark and dull night fly hence away
And give the honor to this day
That sees December turned to May
That sees December turned to May
Why does the chilling winter's morn
Smile like a field beset with corn
Or smell like a meadow newly-shorn
Thus on the sudden come and see
The cause why things thus fragrant be
Tis he is born whose quickening birth
Gives life and luster public mirth
To heaven and the under-earth
We see him come and know him ours
Who with his sunshine and his showers
Turns all the patient ground to flowers
Turns all the patient ground to flowers
The darling of the world is come
And fit it is we find a room
To welcome him to welcome him
The nobler part of all the house here
Is the heart
Which we will give him and bequeath
This holly and this ivy wreath
To do him honour who's our King
And Lord of all this revelling
What sweeter music can we bring
Than a carol for to sing
The birth of this our heavenly King
The birth of this our heavenly King