We rode all night thro' fields of darkness,
Our guiding light, the eastern stars;
We came to Bethlehem, we all were weary:
We'd travelled far that night, we'd travelled far.
We'd travelled far.
We heard that here we'd find Messiah
Foretold by seers from days of old;
We looked for palaces: we found a stable
Could it be here, so bare and cold?
So bare and cold?
We entered in and there we saw him;
It seemed we'd known him from long before.
A child like any child, yet somehow different:
The face of every child in him we saw
The face of every child we saw.
We brought him gifts and now we offer them,
We knelt down low in silent prayer.
With eyes that seem to know both joy and sadness;
The child looked down as we knelt there
The child looked down as we knelt there.
So long ago, yet I remember,
That child who lay at Mary's knee.
How strange that every child seemed so much like him
His is the face I seem to see
His is the face I seem to see.
I'm not a Christian, far from it, but this song is absolutely beautiful.
in my dream
I think I remember a lady telling me that she didn't like my watch
and I was like "I don't have a watch"
then I looked down and I did and I was very confused
so I said "well I like it I guess"
and she frowned and left
completely unrelated to the other part of the dream but I just suddenly remembered it