Somewhere in the
this night and God
An sat upon a star
While very hard
To once more to the earth He had assigned And a single for all of man He was to behind
But gift that he was to leave Could not be from the heavenly court And how could he leave behind If nothing could be
Now this was quite a And he knew not how to When he suddenly felt a from a child Reach deep his heart
And though his was limited To this one of the year He could not ignore child's request So he decided he start here
For this night was Christmas Eve And dreams all about down below on earth He had felt this child to doubt
A who should have been asleep was climbing attic stairs With her candle And a single prayer
Now, when angels are called They rarely just But often than not gently whisper in one's ear
And they whisper to a child On nights snow still glistens The are much stronger still That, child, will listen
So in this room where shadows And ghosts that learn time forgives Welcome friends, please stay Our story with one small child Who spends this in an attic dark Where are stored like sleeping hearts
Now, if you wonder why this child is With all asleep and near She's come up here to look for In this place to the roof
For she had heard from friends who That nothing on night is real That no adults believe In all these things of Eve
night that seems to cast a spell Is the world, just tinseled well And as she lay in bed night She wondered if might be right
And she wondered who she might ask About this question that had cast For adults, she had told, you see Are part of conspiracy
But in her mind clear The of a child's idea
There was one whose presence Would reconfirm she had known
But this man, he was so rarely For he only arrived children dreamed But if she had believed was right He should appear very night So on night with so much at stake She's determined that she stay awake
But then a problem came to It seems that fate had not been For their chimney had been that year Some bricks might fall, her father
So she had another plan To hear on the roof he lands So with the ghosts left here by Upon this she sits and waits
Now as I'm you all must know When one is waiting, time slow And as she what to do (her options far too few)
The Angel caused child to look a yellowed pile of books Among these memories disguised as She there a well worn trunk
It was with toys and one old wreath And letters underneath Some ornaments, a rung phone And records a gramophone
A mix of long forgotten With no longer heard All threads of forgotten lives But here somehow they had
These that had caught her eye Now in her hands seemed alive And as each letter she A small of the past was revealed
For Christmas a life long spell And most of all well And as that explored the past Once again that spell was
And as the child to read Upon night of Christmas Eve The plan, as you can tell It was already well So as the gently arise In our first song we'll