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People thronged the busy streets
     And voices filled the air;
Families sought a good night’s rest
     And shut the door on care.

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Donkeys found a resting place
     And owners went to bed;
Restaurant owners closed their doors
     As people left, well-fed.

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Innkeepers began to yawn 
     And off to bed they went.
Lots of money had changed hands
     With plenty being spent.

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The noisy town began to hush
     And candles were snuffed out
And you could walk along those streets
       With no-one much about.

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The darkened streets were strangely lit
     By a bright star in the sky
And if you’d looked you’d have seen
     Some angels far up high.

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Within the quietness of this town
     A tiny voice cried out.
An infant child, just newly born.
     Let out his tiny shout.

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The angels sang from far on high
     And shepherds looked with fear.
Wise men travelled to this place
     For it was very clear

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That the son of God had come to earth
       To teach us all goodwill -
And yet, two thousand years since then,
      We're dropping bombs that kill. 

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