Shepherds

They wake up suddenly in the night There is light And figures dancing in the sky Clothed in more colors 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 --- Shepherds - Bruce Cockburn