What Child Is This

Francesca Battistelli

The first Noël 
The angels did say 
Was to certain poor shepherds 
In fields as they lay 

In fields where they 
Lay keeping their sheep 
On a cold winter's night 
That was so deep 

Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël 
Born is the King of Israel
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël 
Born is the King of Israel

What Child is this who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet, 
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King, 
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing; 
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud, 
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, 
Come peasant, king to own Him; 
The King of kings salvation brings, 
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

Raise, raise a song on high, 
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born, 
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

This, this is Christ the King, 
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing; 
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud, 
The Babe, the Son of Mary.