We stood watch just like any other night Counting sheep trying to stay alive Shuffling our feet, We heard the beat of an angel's wings. Of angels' wings And above we saw the strangest thing All at once our hearts knew what to sing Glory, glory, glory Glory, glory, glory We left the fields, moved by the angels' song Even the sheep seemed to sing along We ran like drunken poets looking for their muse To the theme of angels' wings And below we saw the strangest sign All at once our hearts knew what to cry And we cried Glory, glory, glory Glory, glory, glory Glory, glory, glory Glory, glory, glory Glory, glory, glory Glory, glory, glory