I came here not for treasure, I came here not for gold. I came just like a little child, Who's left out in the cold. I came to tell the people here The things that I behold: It’s dark outside; The night is growing old. When all the worldly pleasures Are taken from our hold, And all the things man treasures Are things of past untold, Then all the people will enjoy A world so free and bold, And all the sheep Will gather as one fold. I came here not for fortune, I came here not for fame. I came just like a frightened child, Abandoned in the rain. I came because the people here Have never been to blame, For all the things That bring the people shame. When all the worldly pleasures Are taken from our hold, And all the things man treasures Are things of past untold, Then all the people will enjoy A world so free and bold, And all the sheep Will gather as one fold. When all the worldly pleasures Are taken from our hold, And all the things man treasures Are things of past untold, And all the sheep Will gather as one fold.
