Tod einer Mutter

The first Noel the angel did say/was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay:/in fields where they lay a-keeping their sheep/on a cold winter's night that was so deep./Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,/born is the King of Israel./They looked up and saw a star,/shining in the east, beyond them far:/and to the earth it gave great light,/and so it continued both day and night./Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,/born is the King of Israel./And by the light of that same star/three wise men came from the country far;/to seek for a King was their intent,/and to follow the star wherever it went./Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,/born is the King of Israel./This star drew nigh to the north-west;/o'er Bethlehem it took its rest,/and there it did both stop and stay,/right over the place where Jesus lay./Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,/born is the King of Israel./Then entered in those wise men three,/fell reverently upon their knee,/and offered there in his presence/their gold and myrrh and frankincense./Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,/born is the kind of Israel./Then let us all with one accord/sing praises to our heavenly Lord,/that hath made heaven and earth of nought,/and with his blood mankind has bought./Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,/born is the King of Israel.