(Rita MacNeil) Weary the travellers that carry the Babe Long is the journey the wise men will make While out through the darkness there shines a bright light And into the morning the world will rejoice Listen to the drummer boy, beating on the drum Shepherds gather closer to wait for the dawn And off in the distance the Child that is born Is sleeping softly in the peace of the morn [Chorus:] Now the bells ring, now the bells ring The goods news has come The message is clear now The world is reborn Now hear the children singing His praise All of the world will remember this day While all through the ages, This story has been told And down through the pages the miracle unfolds [Chorus] Now hear the children, singing His praise (Praise to the Child that is born) All of the world will remember this day (On this Christmas Day morn) While all through the ages, this story has been told And down through the pages the miracle unfolds [Chorus 2x]