The shepherds
Frank Martin
It wasn't yet midnight when a new star lit the earth for him.
Suddenly the sky was bathed in light,
You could see all the angels in paradise united in prayer.
Every shepherd had come to the lowly stable,
Walking barefoot through the deserts.
They entertained baby Jesus playing their flutes.
The angels sang: Gloria!
And the shepherds: Hosanna!
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia! Alleluia.