Once it gets cold and dry;
The stars match up at night
What do you think they want to try?
Hmm! To give the three wise men their sight
Jingle bell the new born king cries
All hail the savior and Christ.
The atmosphere is green and red;
Gold, myrrh and frankincense at its best
All in the manger has been fed;
Oh happy day to have such a feast
He was laid in sheep’s wool as a bed
Our shepherd, He is also our crest.
It’s the yuletide season,
My true love sends to me
Good tidings wrapped in crimson
Before the firecrackers becomes so mean,
Sound the alarm, He’s the reason for the season
Not just for a plate of sumptuous meal.
A season to shine as a Christmas light and its tree,
Flourishing day by day till His coming
What a life he has given us free,
Our joy is full, we cannot stop rejoicing
Cherubim, Seraphim and us makes it three
All hail the new born king we were chanting.