The Old Shepherd Struggles To Recall

Could such a night have happened
all those decades long ago?
My memory grows hazy
and it’s hard for me to know.

I was a little boy then,
out alone upon a hill,
but yet that lovely music
seems to echo in me still.

Perhaps I was just dozing
as I watched my flock by night,
and maybe I was dreaming
when I saw that brilliant light.

Did I but just imagine
lovely creatures in the air?
Did I but just imagine -
or were angels truly there?

The Bard of Sherman Avenue