Awake before sunrise, before heat of day.

Get ready for Christmas, we must be away.



Chorus:

Come worship the Christ child, our shepherd, our head;

The woolshed his dwelling, the wool bale his bed.



The shepherds go muster, the dogs hunt away;

With dust and the barking, it's shearing all day.



A breather for smoko, a time to give pride

To Jesus our shepherd, our saviour and guide.



On horseback, on hill top, creation below;

God's beauty, our freedom, in Christ we may know.