Across The Plains

Across the plains one Christmas night,
Three drovers riding blythe and gay,
Looked up and saw a starry light,
More radiant than the Milky Way;
And on their hearts such wonder fell,
They sang with joy "Noel! Noel!

Noel! Noel! Noel!"

  • The black swans flew across the sky,
    The wild dogs called across the plain,
    The starry lustre blazed on high,
    Still echoed on the Heavenly strain;
    And still they sang "Noel! Noel!",
    Those drovers three, "Noel! Noel!

    Noel! Noel! Noel!"

  • The air was dry with summer heat
    And smoke was on the yellow moon;
    But from the Heavens, faint and sweet,
    Came floating down a wond'rous tune,
    And as they heard, they sang full well,
    Those drovers three, "Noel! Noel!

    Noel! Noel! Noel!"