Yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

It came upon the midnight clear,
that glorious song of old,
from angels bending near the earth
to touch their harps of gold:
""Peace on the earth, good will to men,
from heaven's all-gracious King.""
The world in solemn stillness lay,
to hear the angels sing.

Yeah, oh

For lo! the days are hastening on,
by prophet bards foretold,
when with the ever-circling years
comes round the age of gold
when peace shall cover all the earth
its ancient splendors fling,
and the whole world sends back the song
which now the angels sing.

The angels sing,
When peace, when peace shall cover
The earth, all of the earth
cll of the earth, oh, ooh