On December five and twenty, fum, fum, fum
On December five and twenty, fum, fum, fum
In a manger born that night, the tiny babe, the child of light
In the stable he lay sleeping, Mother Mary watch was keeping
Fum, fum, fum.
Birds are singing in the forest, fum, fum, fum
Birds are singing in the forest, fum, fum, fum
Leave the tiny ones at home, they will be safe, they will not roam
Come and build a nest instead where little Christ may rest his head, Sing fum, fum, fum.
Sing fum, fum, fum!
