A Nantwich Carol
In Nantwich town in the dead of winter,
Cold and dark was the night.
Welsh Row lay silent under a new moon;
The evening star was bright.
In Pillory Street the wind was howling
As they passed on their way.
No room in the town for the travellers,
Shepherds watched their flocks on the Barony,
Cursing the frozen earth.
An angel called to them out of the sky
With news of a birth.
A host of angels sang in the heavens,
"Glory to God on high".
Light streamed down on Beam Street and Pepper Street
As if the dawn were nigh.
From the east, riding down Hospital Street
Three wise men braved the cold,
In their saddlebags, myrrh and frankincense,
And a crown of bright gold.
Here in our church the people of Nantwich
Remember the story.
In winter's dark night our voices we raise
To sing to your glory.
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