Lyrics

Long ago in distant country so the ancient tablets say
Travelers shrouded deep in mystery saw a swaddle in the hay
Grazing sheep and camel caravan, chorus drifting on the wind
Rival rulers, swirling sandstorm; ponder what these signs portend

Had I but the words to tell it; if you had the ears to hear
We'd delight in these traditions spoken new again this year
In the darkest week of winter when the spirit's ebbing low
Search the deepest reach of night sky for the soft arising glow

Peace this evening
Till morning comes round right
Each day lifts a full weight of worry
So sleep tonight

Mark this day with solemn song, and feast on harvest from your store
Welcome in the birth of seasons; share the blessing with the poor
Let the poverty among us mingle with our richest dreams
For the value of our presence may be more than it seems

Peace this evening
Till morning comes round right
Each day lifts a full weight of worry
So sleep tonight

(c) 2022 Dave Nealon