Créche Flickers Bright Here

Créche flickers bright here, sing by the light here

at night fall, at night fall.

Mother’s here keeping a child who’s sleeping

in the stall, in the stall.

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Father’s beside them, sheep nearly hide them.

Angels call, angels call.

Shepherds and sages bow through the ages,

kindred all, kindred all.

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Créche flickers bright here, sing by the light here

at night fall, at night fall.

This is our token, by sign unspoken:

peace to all, peace to all.