Awake before sunrise, before heat of day.
Get ready for Christmas, we must be away.
Come worship the Christ child, our shepherd, our head;
The woolshed his dwelling, the wool bale his bed.
The shepherds go muster, the dogs hunt away;
With dust and the barking, it's shearing all day.
A breather for smoko, a time to give pride
To Jesus our shepherd, our saviour and guide.
On horseback, on hill top, creation below;
God's beauty, our freedom, in Christ we may know.