(Rita MacNeil)

Weary the travellers that carry the Babe
Long is the journey the wise men will make
While out through the darkness there shines a bright light
And into the morning the world will rejoice

Listen to the drummer boy, beating on the drum
Shepherds gather closer to wait for the dawn
And off in the distance the Child that is born
Is sleeping softly in the peace of the morn

[Chorus:]

Now the bells ring, now the bells ring
The goods news has come
The message is clear now
The world is reborn

Now hear the children singing His praise
All of the world will remember this day
While all through the ages,
This story has been told
And down through the pages the miracle unfolds

[Chorus]

Now hear the children, singing His praise
(Praise to the Child that is born)
All of the world will remember this day
(On this Christmas Day morn)
While all through the ages, this story has been told
And down through the pages the miracle unfolds

[Chorus 2x]