The north wind is tossing the leaves The red dust is over the town The sparrows are under the eaves And the grass in the paddock is brown As we lift up our voices and sing To the Christ-child the heavenly king The tree ferns in green gullies sway The cool stream flows silently by The joy bells are greeting the day And the chimes are adrift in the sky As we lift up our voices and sing To the Christ-child the heavenly king The north wind is tossing the leaves The red dust is over the town The sparrows are under the eaves And the grass in the paddock is brown As we lift up our voices and sing To the Christ-child the heavenly king