Shepherds - Bruce Cockburn

They wake up suddenly in the night.

There is light.

And figures dancing in the sky

Clothed in more colours than the world can contain.

And all the silences of the night
leap in song.
Like that of a river cascading
from the wild mountain to the slow human plain.

Gloria! Gloria in the highest!

A child's cry sounds from far away.
It's almost day.
And in the brown-air town away below
Three travelers reap a star harvest
and then go on their way again.

Gloria! Gloria in the highest!

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