JOY SHALL BE YOURS IN THE MORNING

VILLAGERS ALL, THIS FROSTY TIDE,
LET YOUR DOORS SWING OPEN WIDE,
THOUGH WIND MAY FOLLOW AND SNOW BESIDE,
YET DRAW US IN BY YOUR FIRE TO BIDE,
AND...

JOY SHALL BE YOURS, JOY SHALL BE YOURS,
JOY SHALL BE YOURS IN THE MORNING.
JOY SHALL BE YOURS, JOY SHALL BE YOURS,
JOY SHALL BE YOURS IN THE MORNING.

HERE WE STAND IN THE COLD AND SLEET,
BLOWING FINGERS AND STAMPING FEET.
COME FROM FAR AWAY YOU TO GREET –
YOU BY THE FIRE AND WE IN THE STREET

BIDDING YOU JOY, BIDDING YOU JOY,
BIDDING YOU JOY IN THE MORNING.
BIDDING YOU JOY, BIDDING YOU JOY,
BIDDING YOU JOY IN THE MORNING.

‘TWAS ON SUCH A NIGHT AS THIS BEFELL
THE CHRISTMAS STORY WE KNOW SO WELL,
WHEN ANIMALS CRIED THE FIRST "NOEL!"
IN THE STABLE WHERE THEY DID DWELL,
SINGING...

JOY SHALL BE YOURS, JOY SHALL BE YOURS,
JOY SHALL BE YOURS IN THE MORNING.
JOY SHALL BE YOURS, JOY SHALL BE YOURS,
JOY SHALL BE YOURS IN THE MORNING.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!