Three Drovers
John Wheeler, William G. James
Across the plains one Christmas night
Three drovers riding blithe and gay
Looked up and saw a starry light
More radiant than the Milky Way
And on their hearts such wonder fell
They sang with joy. 'Noel! Noel!
Noel! Noel! Noel!'
The air was dry with summer heat
And smoke was on the yellow moon
But from the heavens, faint and sweet
Came floating down a wond'rous tune
And as they heard, they sang full well
Those drovers three. 'Noel! Noel!
Noel! Noel! Noel!'
The black swans flew across the sky
The wild dog called across the plain
The starry lustre blazed on high
Still echoed on the heavenly strain
And still they sang, 'Noel! Noel!'
Those drovers three. 'Noel! Noel!
Noel! Noel! Noel!'