Whence comes this rush of wings afar,Following straight the Noel star?
Birds from the woods in wondrous flight,
Bethlehem seek this Holy Night.
"Tell us, ye birds, why come ye here,Into this stable, poor and drear?"
"Hast'ning we seek the new-born King,
And all our sweetest music bring."
Hark how the green-finch bears his part,
Philomel, too, with tender heart,
Chants from her leafy dark retreat,
Re, mi, fa, sol, in accents sweet.
Angels and shepherds, birds of the sky,
Come where the Son of God doth lie;
Christ on earth with man doth dwell,
Join in the shout, Noel, Noel.
I hope you enjoyed this old French carol. It reminded me of my woodland Santa flag that I love so much. I made the wreath to accompany the flag. Please go by and visit Karen at Some Days are Diamonds. She has the cutest pups waiting to give you the tour of Doors of Welcome!
