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! 

Gloria! Gloria in the highest!