There's a song in the air
There's a star in the sky
There's a mother's sweet prayer and a baby's low cry
And the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King
Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping
Vigil 'til the morning new
Saw the glory, heard the story
Tidings of a gospel true
Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow
Praises voicing, greet the morrow
Christ the babe was born for you
Christ the babe was born for you
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ was born
That Jesus Christ has come
He has come