Sacrosanctum Concilium
The Sleeping Child
The Sleeping Child' by Charles Bennett
Sleeping child, I wonder, have you a dream to share?
May I see the things you see as you slumber there?
Sleeping child, I wonder, have you a dream to share?
May I see the things you see as you slumber there?
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.
Sleeping child (Bob Chilcott) Voces 8.