A Highland Regiment/Carol of the Innocents

S I look out upon the sky And watch the clouds come driving by, I know when for a moment's space I see a laughing baby's face, It is the Innocents that ride Across the sky at Christmastide.

Above the world they dance and play. And they are happy all the day. And welcome on the joyous morn A little king among them born. God looks upon them as they go. And laughs to see them frolic so.

Their little clouds are stained with red To show how shamefully they bled, And all above the world they sing A carol to their childish King. It is the Innocents that ride Across the sky at Christmastide.

, 1913