The Sleeping Child

Texte de Charles Bennett.

Sleeping child, I wonder, have you a dream to share?
May I see the things you see as you slumber there?

I dream a wind that speaks, like music as it blows
As if it were the breath of everything that grows.
I dream a flock of birds flying through the night
Like silent stars on wings of everlasting light.

I dream a flowing river, deep as a thousand years,
Its fish are frozen sorrow, its water bitter tears.
I dream a tree so green, branches wide and long,
And ev'ry leaf and ev'ry voice a song.

I dream of a babe who sleeps, a life that's just begun.
A word that waits to be spoken. The promise of a world to come.

Bob Chilcott. Sleeping child.

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