The Kings travel down our curtain rail
To get to the Christmas crib.
We move them along a little each day
To help them on their way.

They mustn't get there Christmas Day
That really wouldn't be right.
They can't get there till Epiphany
Until we reach twelfth night.

And the babe can't go in his Christmas crib
Until it's Christmas Day
Until we've been to Midnight Mass
There'll be no child in the hay.

The Twelve Days of Christmas start
On Christmas Day itself
And no decorations can come down
Until the twelve days have passed.