Going through the hills on a night all starry

On the way to Bethlehem,

Far away I heard a shepherd piping

On the way to Bethlehem.

Angels in the sky brought this message nigh :

 Dance and sing for joy that Christ the newborn King

is come to bring us peace on earth,

and he’s lying cradled there at Bethlehem.

 Tell me, shepherd boy piping tunes so merrily

On the way to Bethlehem,

Who will hear your tunes on these hills so lonely

On the way to Bethlehem?

« None may hear my pipes on these hills so lonely

On the way to Bethlehem;

But a King will hear me play sweet lullabies

When I get to Bethlehem.

Angels in the sky came down from on high,

Hovered over the manger where the babe was lying

cradled in the arms of his mother Mary,

sleeping now at Bethlehem.

 Where is this new King, shepherd boy piping merrily,

Is he there at Betlhelem?

 I will find him soon by the star shining brightly

In the sky over Bethlehem.

 May I come with you, shepherd boy piping merrily,

Come with you to Bethlehem?

Pay my homage too at the new King’s cradle,

Is it far to Bethlehem?