Somewhere in the
this night and God
An angel sat a star
thinking very hard
To once more to the earth He had been And a gift for all of man He was to behind
But this that he was to leave Could not be taken the heavenly court And how could he leave something If could be brought
Now this was a puzzle And he not how to start When he felt a prayer from a child Reach deep his heart
And though his time was To this one night of the He could not ignore child's request So he decided he would here
For though this was Christmas Eve And were all about Somewhere down on earth He had felt child begin to doubt
A child who should have been was climbing attic stairs With her candle And a single Christmas
Now, when they are called They rarely just But often than not gently whisper in one's ear
And when whisper to a child On when snow still glistens The chances are much stronger That, child, will listen
So in this room shadows live And ghosts that failed learn forgives Welcome friends, please stay Our story starts one small child Who this night in an attic dark Where dreams are like sleeping hearts
Now, if you wonder why child is here With all asleep and near come up here to look for truth In this place closest to the
For she had heard friends who feel That on this night is real no adults truly believe In all these things of Eve
This night that seems to cast a Is the same world, just well And as she lay in bed that She wondered if might be right
And she wondered then who she ask About this question had been cast For adults, she had told, you see Are of this conspiracy
But in her mind becoming The of a child's idea
There was one presence alone Would reconfirm what she had
But man, he was so rarely seen For he only when children dreamed But if she had believed was right He should appear very night So on this night with so much at She's determined that she would awake
But then a came to mind It that fate had not been kind For their chimney had been that year Some bricks fall, her father feared
So she had devised plan To hear when on the he lands So with the left here by fate Upon night she sits and waits
Now as I'm sure you all must one is waiting, time moves slow And as she what to do (her seeming far too few)
The Angel that child to look a yellowed pile of books Among these memories as junk She noticed there a well worn
It was with toys and one old wreath And several underneath Some ornaments, a hand rung And records with a
A mix of forgotten words With no longer heard All of long forgotten lives But here they had survived
These letters had caught her eye Now in her hands they alive And as each she unsealed A small of the past was revealed
For weaves a life long spell And of all remembers well And as that explored the past Once again spell was cast
And as the began to read Upon this of Christmas Eve The Angel's plan, as you can It was working well So as the gently arise In our first song we'll