Roger Whittaker

Roger Whittaker - The Governor's Dream lyrics

Judea lies heavy under the foot of Rome

Was ever a governor as troubled as I

I, Quirinius, governor of the Jews

These troublesome people

And now, I dream

I dream...

I dream a star lights the way

O holy, O holy

Voices sing, voices pray

O holy, O holy

Rise up, for he is come

Rise up, rise up, for he is come

For he is come

Who sings? Who sings?

Who shouts? Who shouts?

Who prays?

Come out! Come out, come out, I say!

Ah...

Ah...I dream

I but dream...

I see a stable, nearly dark

O holy, O holy

An infant sleeps, the watchdogs bark

O holy, O holy

Rise up, for he is come

Rise up, rise up, for he is come

For he is come

Who sings? Who sings?

Who shouts? Who shouts?

Who prays?

Come out! Come out, come out, I say!

Ah...I dream

I but dream...

But this cannot be Rome

O holy, O holy

The Forum's gone, the flesh and bone

O holy, O holy

And what is this within my sight

A temple holy filled with light

A dome across a ringing bell

I hear a million voices swell

And they sing

And they sing:

O holy, O holy

He is come, he is come

O holy, O holy

Rise up, rise up

For he is come, for he is come...

Who prays? Who sings?

Who shouts? Who prays?

Come out! Come out, come out, I say!

Who sings? Who shouts?

Who shouts? Who prays?

Come out! Come out, I say!

Who sings? Who shouts?...

O holy, O holy

He is come, he is come

O holy, O holy

Rise up, rise up

For he is come, for he is come...

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