There he stood upon his tower
Looking down across the hill
Like a dot a house appeared
In the distance there in front
White it was, with little gardens
Had for roof the sky aboveWater tricled when it rained
Drops of tears soon to dry
Though with povetry was striken
Happy sounds were heard aloud
Music joyful and laughter
All night through, they played and shout
How come, the poor are happy
singing through the night, to dawn
He did wonder, but the answer
was not there for him, to own
So he set along to journey
with his own eyes to see
What was all this strange commotion
At the house upon the hill
Stood and hid behind the bushes
Til dusk came, and light had gone
Then, show love shine on faces
Love could he, not buy with gold
Humble bread, upon the table
Plates were empty
But hearts full
Joy, and goodness overflowing
Things so simple
Free and pure.
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