Last night I had a lovely dream,
But strange as it could be,
For on the hill beside our house
Stood a great Christmas tree.
It glowed with lighted candles,
High at the top, a star,
And ‘round it, dancing in a ring,
Children from lands afar.
There were polite, little English girls,
Swiss boys with funny skis,
Dutch children in queer wooden shoes,
Joined hands with shy Chinese.
Turkish lads is tassled fez,
Tots from France and Greece and Poland,
Laughing as the children do
In the safety of a free land.
Perhaps my dream's a prophecy
Of Christmases to be,
When little children everywhere
Can sing because they're free.
I surely wish with all my heart,
This day of Jesus' birth,
That peace and love and happiness
Soon cover all the earth.