The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
That slew our sorrow and healed our care.”
Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
News of a fair and a marvellous thing,
The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, we sing.
Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
From far away we come to you,
To tell of great tidings, strange and true.