And the Child Will Smile - Ronney Abramson

Shephereds sleep in a night of stars divine

The sky brings tales of cinnamon and wine

Wandering dreaming men are sleeping

By a flock of colours leaping

And the child will smile

Faces touched by gently smiling beams
Of light from some sacred silked streams
Men awake to feel the meaning
In the newborn soul that's breathing
And the child will smile
And the child will smile

Colours brazen orange in the sky
The sun in peaceful grace opens its eye
The snow is warm beneath the kneeling
Quiet sound of humble feeling
And the child will smile
And the child will smile

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