Shepherds, shepherds, sheep, sheep;
in the hills, there they sleep.
There they sleep, ready to wake
should the world around them shake.
There they dream, taking flight
upon the stillness of the night;
dreams of hope, and dreams of wonder
dreams of worlds torn asunder;
dreams of places friendly, warm,
of colours bright, of darkening storm;
dreams of tears, songs and laughter
dreams of life and what comes after;
dreams of parties, wine and food,
fearful dreams and dreams of good;
dreams of beauty, dreams of peace,
yearning that the strife should cease;
dreams of moon and stars of night,
of waiting for the dawning light;
dreams of aging, dreams of youth,
dreams of searching, dreams of truth.
So the dreams continue long
into the night, until a song,
soft with beauty, loud with love,
interrupting from above,
calls dreamers back; back to earth
and dust, announcing human birth.
A child is here, amidst the straw,
a humble birth, unnoticed, poor;
here love divine has come to dwell:
come and see, then go and tell!
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