i dreamed i was in jeruselem. in the days of old
listened to the stories of a saviour that was told
he laid in a stable in a manger for a bed
he was to save the world or so the story read

an infant in a cradle so gentle and so mild
the saviour of the world who was an holy child
he suffered lots of pain so we could be free
put upon a cross for all the world to see

but he is still with us and he will always be
the saviour in my dream was the one who set us free.