On the night you were born,
All the birds sang a different song.
Fearful expectation
could be felt in the air.

As your Mother, forlorn,
Sought to find where you would belong,
Hope and trepidation
knew you soon would be there.

The manger, cold and worn,
Was not fit for your royal state,
Without window nor door,
Neither blanket nor toy.

But that night love was born,
Brought to signal the whole world’s state.
Neither rich man nor poor
There to witness the joy.

But the trees felt your birth
As the wind whispered though the leaves.
The Earth creaked with longing
As you entered our world.

All the stars shone with mirth
As the moonlight shone through the eaves.
Cherubim thronging as
The infant Babe unfurled.

When we hear the birds sing,
We’ll give thanks for the infant King.
When we hear the trees sigh,
Deo gracias we’ll cry!

Words by Helly Summerly
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