Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o’er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Talkin’ ’bout some angels
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heavenly song?
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Talkin’ ’bout some angels
Come to Bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee,
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Talkin’ ’bout some angels
Here come the angels
Put your wings in the air
Flap them like you just don’t care
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Talkin’ ’bout some angels
Talkin’ ’bout some angels
Talkin’ ’bout some angels