Syria by Herb Harker

SYRIA

Where upon a night so clear, when visions were in store
Little children fast asleep, by tales of long ago.
Elves and reindeer loaded up, with dreams of tiny mind.
Little children fast asleep, by tales of long ago….
In the morning they will rise, and some will smile with joy.
For they have the dream they hoped, would fill their eye with glee.
Little children fast asleep, by tales of long ago,
Ohhhh…
Where have they gone….Ohhhh….where have they gone.

Where upon a night so clear, when visions were in store
There upon a refuge’ camp the pilgrims huddle close
While the snow came tumbling down, on shanty and on post.
Little children wide awake, by tales of long ago.
In the morning they may rise, in mourning and in pain.
Some will pass and some will live, again to empty pain.
Little children fast asleep upon the frozen ground.
Dreaming of a sock, a shoe, a blanket would be nice.
In the Syrian refuge camps, is wet and cold to child.
Where upon a night so clear, when visions were in store.