
Lyrics
(Traditional Polish carol)
1. Infant holy, infant lowly,
for his bed a cattle stall;
oxen lowing, little knowing,
Christ the babe is Lord of all.
Swift are winging angels singing,
noels ringing, tidings bringing:
Christ the babe is Lord of all.
2. Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping
vigil till the morning new
saw the glory, heard the story,
tidings of a gospel true.
Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow,
praises voicing, greet the morrow:
Christ the babe was born for you.
See also
- Country: Poland
- Subject: Christmas
- Melody: major pentascale
YouTube
- Song with chords (PDF)
- MIDI file
- Listen to the song

