Roger Whittaker The Governor's Dream lyrics

Judea lies heavy under the foot of Rome
Was ever a Governor as troubled as I
I, Quirinius, Governor of the Jews
These troublesome people
And now, I dream, I dream

I dream a star lights the way
Oh holy, oh holy
Voices sing, voices pray
Oh holy, oh holy

Rise up, for he is come
Rise up, rise up, for he is come, for he is come

Who sings? Who sings?
Who shouts? Who shouts?
Who prays? Come out, come out
Come out, I say

Ah, ah I dream
I but dream

I see a stable nearly dark
Oh holy, oh holy
An infant sleeps, the watchdogs bark
Oh holy, oh holy

Rise up for he is come
Rise up, rise up, for he is come
For he is come

Who sings? Who sings?
Who shouts? Who shouts?
Who prays? Come out, come out
Come out, I say

Ah I dream
I but dream

But this cannot be Rome

Oh holy, oh holy
The Forum's gone, the flesh and bone
Oh holy, oh holy

And what is this within my sight
A temple holy filled with light
A dome across a ringing bell
I hear a million voices swell
And they sing, and they sing

Oh holy, oh holy
He is come, he is come
Oh holy, oh holy
Rise up, rise up for he is come, for he is come

Oh holy, oh holy
(Who prays?)
He is come, he is come
(Who sings? Who shouts? Who prays?)

Oh holy, oh holy
(Come out, come out, come out I say)
Rise up, rise up
(Who sings? Who shouts?)
For he is come, for he is come
(Who shouts? Who prays?)

Oh holy, oh holy
(Come out, come out I say)
He is come, he is come
(Who sings? Who shouts?)

Oh holy, oh holy
Rise up, rise up
For he is come, for he is come
Oh holy, oh holy
He is come, he is come