Lyrics Celtic Thunder

Celtic Thunder

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

God rest ye merry, gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember, Christ, our Savior

Was born on Christmas Day

To save us all from Satan's pow'r

When we were gone astray

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy

O tidings of comfort and joy

From God, our Heav'nly Father

A blessed angel came

And unto certain shepherds

Brought tidings of the same

How that in Bethlehem was born

The Son of God by name

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy

O tidings of comfort and joy

And when they came to Bethlehem

Where our dear Savior lay

They found Him in a manger

Where oxen feed on hay

His Mother Mary kneeling down

Unto the Lord did pray

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy

O tidings of comfort and joy

Now to the Lord sing praises

All you within this place

And with true love and brotherhood

Each other now embrace

This holy tide of Christmas

All others doth deface

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy

O tidings of comfort and joy