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Trans-Siberian Orchestra - The Lost Christmas Eve

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Trans-Siberian Orchestra'2004

The Lost Christmas EveRelease by: Lava Records

(This album was written for desiree and Ireland Wilde o'Neill on a snowy winter night.)


Trans-Siberian Orchestra - The Lost Christmas Eve
The length can be different in the booklet, in the player and on the different disks.
1. Faith Noel

(04:32)

2. The Lost Christmas Eve
    (Another year has come and past Like moments through an hourglass And at the end of this year's trail An offering, a final tale Of love, long lost And then refound And the child by which Those dreams were bound Of a dusty hotel That was long past old And the shadows and the memories Its hallways still hold For things that are old Have the best tales to tell And usually, They tell them well And so it's here, my dear children That our story truly starts When the lord sent once more to the earth An angel, with a childlike heart And on this night his mission was To find somewhere on this earth That human that best reflected his son And carried on his work And since this mission from his lord Had to be completed on this one night The angel quickly unfolded his wings And towards the earth took flight And this night, in case you have not guessed Was once more Christmas Eve When snow and light and angels' flights All together weave But of the angel's instructions There was one thing more That would make this journey to the earth Harder than all the ones before For the lord had also told the angel That he could only use his wings twice this Christmas Eve Once when he descended to the earth And once more when he would leave (Not unlike ourselves some think, Or at least so I believe) Now this put quite a complication In what the angel planned For now he had to choose most carefully Exactly where he would land He needed to find a single place That would represent all mankind But humans were such a varied lot Such a place would surely be hard to find A single place where there would be Humans of every race and creed The rich and poor, the thrilled and bored The failures with those who succeed But after a few moments Carefully placed in thought The answer appeared in the angel's mind The city called New York And as he neared that city Where all those souls did dwell He felt himself being drawn towards An old, rundown hotel For in a city that usually had Guards at nearly every single door This one just had a sign that said "vacancies, There is always room for one more" Now why the angel decided to stop there He could not quite say the reason But he thought the sign upon that hotel Somehow fit the sentiment of this season Now even after all these years The building was still a work of art And though some facade had crumbled here and there Most still had their parts The walls were made of granite Not aluminum or steel And every pillar and balustrade Still had its artist's feel Every gutter had a gargoyle Every gargoyle had its wings For angels can appreciate Other flying things So he landed on a cathedral roof Across the street from that hotel And looked down upon the world below Where all those souls did dwell And sitting on that rooftop With his friend the winter wind He gazed carefully at that scene below As he slowly took it in)

(05:33)

3. Christmas Dreams
    (And so it was in front of this hotel Our angel did finally arrive And standing at one corner was a young man Who caught the angel's eye He had a small group of children Gathered round him there Who all were quietly listening Which for children is quite rare He was telling them Christmas tales And each one brought more children near Where they nestled round him on those steps So each word they could clearly hear He then told them a Christmas story About how all men are brothers And when that story had ended The children clamored for another "Where does Christmas go When its day is through? Where does Christmas go," they asked, "And what does Christmas do?" Now children have such simple requests Their wishes are so small That the young man saw no reason why He could not grant them all)

(03:54)

4. Wizards in Winter
    (And so it was in front of this hotel Our angel did finally arrive And standing at one corner was a young man Who caught the angel's eye He had a small group of children Gathered round him there Who all were quietly listening Which for children is quite rare He was telling them Christmas tales And each one brought more children near Where they nestled round him on those steps So each word they could clearly hear He then told them a Christmas story About how all men are brothers And when that story had ended The children clamored for another "Where does Christmas go When its day is through? Where does Christmas go," they asked, "And what does Christmas do?" Now children have such simple requests Their wishes are so small That the young man saw no reason why He could not grant them all They liked his stories so much They begged him not to let it end So he told them about the wizards of winter Whose winter ball they must attend How these wizards decorated their whole world With icicles, frost and snow And how with the dreams of this night beneath it It all would magically start to glow And the snow seemed to obey the young man's every gesture In the cold December's air And as for the wizards' imperial ball Well, they were already there)

(03:05)

5. Remember
    (Now every moment the angel spent listening His time on earth diminished But the angel found himself waiting there Until each story was finished He had only several hours left For the quest he had been assigned But angels like small children Have trouble keeping track of time But in the end it seemed this delay Had turned out for the best For now there were grownups all around Listening with the rest For as they listened to his stories Each one till the very end Those adults remembered their own childhoods And a time when faith was not pretend)

(03:25)

6. Anno Domine
    (Christmas is how In every nation That hope is passed Through generations From old to young And sometimes I'm told It's actually passed From young to old Yes, our angel had been quite impressed With this youth that he had found But then across the street he heard An old familiar sound It was a multitude of voices From the old cathedral's choir Singing out about this night And the hopes that it inspires)

(02:13)

7. Christmas Concerto
    (After the song was over Nearly every person there Went to the cathedral's basement And started setting up tables and chairs For that night this church would feed Any person in life who had less And both those that gave and those that received Left that night feeling blessed Then the angel remembered something That his lord's son had once said On how one truly followed him When words and acts were wed Some people claim to follow him But themselves they just deceive For his lord's son had said, "You will know who truly follows me Not by what they say, but by their deeds" And this church was clearly filled With kind people of goodwill But the angel had more time left on this night And continued to search on still So the angel left the parishioners With their Christmas meal in happy bliss And returned once more to the hotel To make sure that there was no one there he had missed And passing by a village square He heard a brass quartet Whose Christmas concerto in the key of g He felt lighten his every step)

(00:42)

8. Queen of the Winter Night
    (And so back at the hotel Our angel again arrived But this time he went up the front steps Which, of course, led him inside (It's one of those things that architects Conveniently decide) Now hotels are quite like people No two exactly the same And this one had such a magical past The angel found himself quite entertained The foyer still had an elegance That the years could not disguise And the shadows of Christmas Eves long disappeared This night, still gently glided by For in this hotel, here side by side The past and the present dwelled And the ghosts who lived here not only lived They honestly, lived well The lobby had a Steinway piano That was steeped in memories And some said Duke Ellington's fingers Still lingered on those keys There was a grand palace ballroom Where princesses had once waltzed Whose beauty and sense of style The newspapers would constantly exhault The ghosts of Rockefellers and Vanderbilts Still met at their Christmas Eve charity balls Raising money not for themselves But raising it for all (And the sound of their children laughing Still echoed in these halls) Now these spirits of course, could not be seen By any human eyes But each one smiled at the angel When they saw him walking by And these ghosts reminded the angel How every human waiting to be born, And every life that had already left When it was tired out and worn Were connected by those alive right now Which gave the living quite a trust, To pass on what was best and good Inside of each of us Now within each guest room he heard many hearts And behind each heart there was a life And the angel carefully read them all With the next hour of that night When he reached the grand palace ballroom It was behind closed mahogany doors And when the angel was passing by it He could hear music begin once more It seemed that since this room was built Musicians did permanently reside And then the angel did what we all would do He went to look inside And there he found such a majestic orchestra To please all, it would be enough But then someone plugged a guitar in And the volume, it crept up So with a song inspired by Mozart's Famous "queen of the night" The orchestra added the word, "winter" And some notes, some fog, some lights)

(03:11)

9. Christmas Nights in Blue
    (He could have stayed there the entire night For to him music was the voice of god For it never needed translation And could lift up lives that were often quite hard But then he heard a different kind of music From somewhere else close by And he followed the trail of those new notes Till he found himself outside The notes led him to a blues bar That was right next to the hotel And the angel watched some lonely people enter it And wondered if this Was where all the lonely people did dwell Then another guardian angel Who happened to be near Told him about the old blues bar And whispered in his ear "Here the tragically beautiful And the beautifully tragic Drift through this night In a last quest for magic Their faces are masks That so artfully disguise The wounds in their hearts The scars in their eyes Now these scars in their eyes Never hurt, never bleed But like cracks in a mirror They distort all they see For when the heart's an open wound Its greatest threat, I fear Is that the salt rubbed into it Does come from one's own tears Now there are many places on this earth That one thinks that god has forgot But one can often find an angel or a saint Where one assumes angels and saints are not" And then the other angel reminded him Of their lord's point of view "You'll know them not by how they appear You'll know them by what they do" So when the next patron went inside The angel followed him undetected But what he found within that bar Was not quite what he expected There was an old piano player there Playing with a honky-tonk sound And everyone who entered that place depressed That piano player turned their night around And one by one he'd draw each person Out of their self-imposed cage And before they realized it He had them singing on the stage)

(04:18)

10. Christmas Jazz
    (Then a guitarist and a bass player Read some notes off a music page And added a little bit of jazz A sound that never seems to age)

(02:16)

11. Christmas Jam
    (Now that old piano player knew There were other musicians in that crowd And one by one he brought them up And the music, it got loud)

(03:47)

12. Siberian Sleigh Ride
    (The band played on and on With no one looking at their watch And just when you thought it couldn't get any better They would turn it up a notch)

(03:08)

13. What Is Christmas?
    (By this time a harder rocking stage Would be impossible to find And though no one was now drinking The owner did not seem to mind And the angel marveled how one man Could turn around a life And then that life turn around another's And how it rippled through this night But there was someone in that room Whose heart had not been changed A heart that had grown so hard You'd have thought it could never be arranged It was the businessman from downtown Who had stopped there to rest his feet And he clung to his drink (Where he watched his thoughts sink) While any strangers, he refused to greet You could see upon his face How happiness had been so long deferred It was practically as if unhappiness Had somehow become preferred Now the angel had not seen the businessman Though they had in that room been near Nor did the angel see him as he left the bar When he could no longer stand this Christmas cheer And as the businessman exited the door He heard someone complaining on the TV It was the "grinch" ranting against Christmas And the man found that he agreed)

(02:51)

14. For the Sake of Our Brother
    (And though his time was growing strained He could not walk away from this soul in pain For in the dark he had now seen The bleeding of this wound extreme So along the snow covered sidewalk The angel did carefully step Following the trail of blood drops Combined with tears that had never been wept And then he saw the businessman Who had been grumbling about this night And he wondered how that man had carried this wound So long throughout his life He watched the man walk past the church Where a song seemed to reach out for him But the man just walked right past it And would not let it in)

(03:09)

15. The Wisdom of Snow
    (Now why this man's soul was bleeding The angel had to understand So invisible, he stood by him And then gently touched his hand Which caused the man to stand there still Despite the winter's cold And while he stood there in that trance The angel read his soul It seemed the man was not always like The man he had become And that angel wondered how that change had happened And when it had begun The man had been born to a kind and religious family And raised in the midwest And all throughout his childhood This man, clearly, had been blessed He grew up believing, among other things Man was made in the image of god He went to school, observed all rules While working very hard He had always tried to help others Excelled at nearly every task And when he'd graduated high school Of course, he was the first one in his class And in his eighteenth summer When it was time for him to leave He had offers from several colleges All of them ivy league And at college in all his studies He always received straight "a"s And when he tried his hand in theater He got the lead in the senior play It appeared to nearly everyone There was no talent that he lacked And for three years on the football team He was, the star quarterback And there he also met the girl Who did become his wife With her, his world was now complete He had the perfect life When they had graduated college They were wed in a ceremony quite grand Then they moved to New York In a dream they seemed caught Where all had been perfectly planned She decorated their Park Avenue apartment In a 1920's art-deco style And six months after they had moved in She told him, they would soon be having a child And after their first ultrasound He knew they were having a son Their lives could not have been better And they had only just begun Together they arrived early at the hospital On the delivery date The father was taking no chances And did not want to risk being late But while waiting outside the delivery room He could tell that something was going wrong For too many doctors were rushing in With none coming out for too long When her own doctor finally came out With several nurses at his side He said that his wife had started hemorrhaging And despite their best efforts, she died Then in an effort to console him A nurse gave him his newborn to hold But from the way the child felt limp in his arms He knew there was still more bad news to be told The doctor then gave the prognosis As gently as anyone could But before he could finish explaining The father only too well understood The child had been cut off from oxygen For minutes, which is far too long The damage was now irreversible His brain permanently malformed He'd never hold a job, Learn to read or ever talk And it would be a miracle If the child even learned how to walk And with those words the father felt His entire world falling apart And he stumbled for the words to express The tearing inside of his heart He cried out, why did god have to take her While she was still so young And then as if to cut him deeper Leave this thing here as his son "Please explain to me god's wisdom How could he decide To take from me my precious wife While leaving this alive There is no reason for this life Why does he even exist And if he had never been born There is no way he'd have ever been missed If man is made in god's image Then something here is surely amiss For there is nothing of god Nothing of god Nothing of god Nothing of god Nothing of god in this" And then he asked for the child To be placed in a state run home And after he had signed the papers He walked into that night alone And in this world he found unkind He built a wall around his mind And every year he'd add new parts Until it had also enclosed his heart He kept his job and paid his debts As he slowly became a silhouette Of a man walking among the tombs While living his life within his wounds He distanced himself from all his friends Even his sisters and brothers And as time it went by, he developed his eyes So they could only see the flaws in others With this final glimpse, the angel stepped away And the man shook himself out of his trance Then continued his walk back towards his home And few would have given his soul half of a chance And the angel himself felt helpless As he watched that old man there So he did what even humans do And he quickly said a prayer And as the prayer flew to his lord The angel did decide To carefully follow the old man And stay closely by his side For on this night can one deny The gift of a more sympathetic eye To cast upon our fellow man And on this night to understand The frailty of childhood dreams Like fireflies over summer streams And if one dared to remove time's veil Could one retrace those childhood trails? But whispers in the winter's wind Told of rescued dreams, forgiven sins And who among us shall be deemed To rescue some forgotten dream? So on this night of Christmas Eve As once again the spirits weave Its snowswept dreams and colored lights With bits of magic into each life And as the snow comes gently down Its soul intent to reach the ground To cover scars the world still feels Perhaps to give them time to heal For as men invest in money And professors in what they know God invests in mercy Like winter invests in snow)

(02:01)

16. Wish Liszt (Toy Shop Madness)
    (Now the old man was nearing a toy shop Where he could hear a music box kind of sound From a miniature carousel with its miniature horses All circling faithfully around And a little girl wearing a Russian styled coat Was carefully looking inside At the horses and knights and the trains with their lights While she was imagining they all were alive For at this time a child will dare To see what is perhaps not there Or at least not there to adult eyes Who have forgotten how to fantasize)

(03:42)

17. Back to a Reason (part II)
    (Now that young girl, outside the store Was trying to capture snow's magic But each flake melted at her touch Which her young mind found quite tragic And while chasing an elusive snowflake That was determined to reach the ground She bumped into the businessman passing by And nearly knocked him down And thinking she was in trouble The child quickly apologized But the man was not accepting it She could see it in his eyes She explained she had been looking in the toy shop That tomorrow would be Christmas day But the man muttered words she could not understand So she searched for something else she could say "Do you have any children?" the child asked the man "No," was his instant reply And though he said it in his firmest voice In his heart he knew he had lied The girl was getting on his nerves Which were already shot Something about her bothered him But he could not say quite what Then he noticed the time was approaching midnight What was she doing on the street? When he asked the girl this question The child seemed to retreat She said she was staying with her parents At the hotel, right next door They were there for just this one night In room twelve twenty-four Then he said, "you best get back there As quick as you can fly!" And he watched as she ran all the way Until she was safely back inside Then he took several steps In the direction towards his home But then he hesitated And took out his mobile phone And called up the institution Where he had left his son To find out if he was still there and alive Wondering if the past could be undone The operator who answered, searched the computer To see if the child had survived And she was sincerely happy to tell him "Your son is no longer here, but he is still alive!" Then the lady who was very kind Said, "if you have a short while I can give you all the information That is here inside his file I see that at the age of twelve He had finally learned to walk And could understand most things people said But has never learned to talk He's living uptown in the Bronx At a boarding house hotel" And then the lady gave him the phone number And hotel's address as well And for the first time in many years The man thought about his life And all the things he had left behind And, of course, he thought about his wife And he wondered if she had lived The things they might have done But really most of all right now He thought about his son)

(04:52)

18. Christmas Bells, Carousels & Time
    (If he went there and saw his son What words could he possibly say Would his own child recognize him And if he did, would he turn away? Dare he rekindle this hope Perhaps to only watch it die And standing there in this man's place I wonder, would you or I? Now the angel knew if enough time passes by Any hope can be smothered So before it was dead, to the first prayer he had said The angel quickly added another)

(01:04)

19. What Child Is This?
    (The old man stood there thinking While staring in that old toy shop With its carousel still turning round In front of a music box clock For what good's a clock without a chime A useless thing that just keeps time Recording moments that come and leave But this clock's chimes struck midnight Upon a lost Christmas Eve And when the final chime had spoken And the twelfth bell had finally rung The indecision in the father was broken He now knew what had to be done So he got into a yellow cab And prayed that it might lead Through all this snow and streetlight glow To a past he might retrieve When the taxi dropped him off At the boarding house hotel It was a rundown building With a musty, rundown smell And he asked for his son From the hotel's night desk clerk Who said his son was not there He was not back from work When the father said that was impossible The clerk replied, "I'm not here to debate But he works at the hospital, just down the block If you want you can sit here and wait But he never returns till real late" Then the father tried asking another question But the clerk went back to watching his TV Which was also playing, "how the grinch stole Christmas" And the father mused, "this movie has no sympathy, Well, at least not when it comes down to me" Once outside he saw the hospital's entrance And went to information by the front door Who confirmed that his son had a job there And worked up on the seventh floor So he took the elevator up to that floor Which was marked "maternity" And the man knew in his heart that this was a mistake For his son working here could not be But the nurse on duty reconfirmed that he did And since her rounds were about to begin If he would like to follow her She would gladly take the father to him So he followed her to a large dark room That to him seemed unusually empty Except for several incubators glowing on the right Each with a trembling baby These infants were all extremely frail And obviously in incredible pain And this sight cut deep into that father's soul And he asked the nurse, please, to explain "These children were born to mothers Who were addicted to crack cocaine And these children are born in complete withdrawal For that drug is still deep in their veins We can give them no other drugs to ease their withdrawals Since they are born premature and quite frail And any form of pain killer Could easily cause their small hearts to fail" "And what does my son do here?" The father asked, "he is not a patient, I assume" The nurse did not say a single word But nodded to the far left corner of the room And there the father saw his son Who looked like himself when he was a younger man Rocking back and forth in a rocking chair A trembling infant held in his hands And in his arms the child did not cry But slept to silent lullabies And his son rocked that newborn back and forth Until finally, a dream was caught But still at his rocking, his son faithfully kept Till that poor child's trembling had also, finally, left Then the nurse whispered softly Into the father's ear Something that a blind man could see But the father needed to hear Whispered to him in this room Filled with mankind's misbegotten Something that the father had known once But somehow had forgotten She said, "it is this way with each of us We all need to be held, at least twice Once upon the day that we are born And once more when we leave this life Your son has been coming to this place Since as long as I've been working here He's never missed a single day In nearly twenty years He always arrives promptly on time But a time card he does not keep For he never leaves this maternity room Until every last child is asleep" Then the nurse noticed the father Trying to choke back the things he now felt So mentioning she had to continue her rounds She quietly excused herself So he was now alone in the darkness Between the past and future caught Not knowing what to do As his mind flooded with so many thoughts Some beauty comes too early While its moment never waits And some beauty is always there But never seen, till it's too late Look! There is a moment It has just slipped away And so we lose our lives In such ordinary ways Where do we get our dreams from? Where do we get our faith? Is it something that we are born with Or is it something for which we must wait? The mist of things we once believed The childhood truths for which we grieve And in our lives could we have missed Those that in the dark, the angels kiss)

(05:57)

20. O' Come All Ye Faithful
    (Looking at his son across the room He feared to cross that divide But how long could he stay in this dark That allows us all to hide Is there a wrong so great in life That it undoes every good we've ever done Is there an act so good it would undo all our wrongs Every single one? And in putting his whole Life into this gesture Would failing make it Any lesser? Then through the window he thought he saw In the falling snow so near The outline of his son's mother's face But then it disappeared It was only there for a second And a second's not long, but yet It was enough to cause that man To take that very first step And that step was followed by another In that room still lit so dim And before he realized how far he had gone His son was directly in front of him Then the father noticed on the windowsill An old photo that he long ago had seen It was a picture of him and his wife When they were both about nineteen It was leaning against a folder That said "property of the deceased" And underneath was his wife's name And the date it had been released It was obviously her personal possessions That had been given to his son Because since he had left them all behind The child was the only one His son must have always kept it with him For the folder was weathered and torn And he must have gazed at that picture countless times For it was also all tattered and worn Then his son noticed him standing there And from his task looked up And then looked at the picture beside him And that one look, was enough He recognized it was his father That was now standing there And gave him a smile of pure love and forgiveness And of the past, he did not care He did not care where he had been The whys, the where's, the how's He only cared that his father was there Standing by him now Then the father turned and walked across the room Which by now had lost its distance And went to the nearest incubator And picked up a trembling infant And with the child within his arms He returned to his son And all the pain within his soul At that moment was undone And he sat in the rocking chair beside him With the life he had retrieved And side-by-side together They rocked all through that Christmas Eve)

(01:26)

21. Christmas Canon Rock
    (Now all that had occurred here this night The angel had clearly seen Not unlike an old fashioned movie Upon a silvered screen That borders on the edge of a Forgotten childhood dream And from all that he had witnessed He thought his answer he had found And once more unfolded his wings And left earth's solid ground With every sweep of those wings Across time and space he soared Until he found himself standing Back in heaven, before his lord And he told his lord the name of the father's son But then he hesitated Like a child in school unsure of his answer But the lord, he patiently waited Then the angel added the names Of the parishioners at the church The musicians, the storyteller The operator and the hospital nurse Eventually there was hardly a person That the angel had missed And then at the very end he placed The father's name, also on that list That anyone could reflect his lord's son Was now the angel's view All it took was to follow the simple word's of his son "To do unto others, as you would have others do unto you" Then the lord smiled at his angel And said, "you have done more than your task It's a gift that eyes rarely have That can see further than they are asked." And so this night is ending So close to where it did start As the angel slept deep that night Within his lord's own heart For hope never dies At worst it only sleeps And all we surrender Christmas safely keeps Through the cold winter nights Of the longest Decembers Till here by starlight We begin to remember That in the very end The message Christmas is sending Is that it is never too late To change any life's ending The end After the end or (the next day) So Christmas Eve had come and past But not so Christmas day And thus it is, we add a final act Onto our yearly play A taxicab pulled up to the grand hotel, That morning somewhere around eight And the father with his son got out And asked the driver, to please wait Then the father asked the clerk if he could speak To the couple in room twelve twenty-four Adding he did not know the couple's name But had met their child the night before The clerk answered most politely That he would like to fulfill his wish But the room number twelve twenty-four In this hotel, did not exist The father then described the little girl Her age and dress as well But the clerk said there had been no children there at all that week Was he sure he had the right hotel? So the father started wondering If in the cold winter's air He had somehow imagined the entire event But then he realized, he didn't care The only thing that mattered When all was said and done Was that he was reunited With his one and only son And when they got back into their cab He heard a ripping sound As the contents of his wife's folder Spilled out onto the ground As he rushed to pick it all up He grabbed the picture first Of him and his wife at the age nineteen Long before she had given birth And on the back he saw a poem he had written to her Years before they had wed When they were young, their lives just begun And here is what it said, "If a single tear fell from your eyes into the ocean And then washed up on some far and distant shore I would still recognize that teardrop For in the end that tear would still be yours" And then he saw another picture That he had never seen before Of a little girl in a Russian styled coat Standing with her parents, in front of their store The little girl he saw there He now knew was a childhood picture of his wife But it was also a picture of the little girl He had just met on the previous night And he realized that those who love Death cannot divide It only provides an extra soul To watch over us from the other side And together they returned Back to the father's home And shared the best Christmas That either of them had ever known And somewhere across eternity Which in distance cannot be measured The mother looked down upon them both And their happiness she treasured And later on late that night When her son was drifting off to sleep A tear once more rolled from her eyes And trailed across her cheek But this one was a tear of joy That she could not keep inside And this time she followed it through eternity Across the great divide Till it landed by another joyful tear That her husband had just wept And there unseen she joined him In the silent vigil that he kept For we are all born mortal Like stars and candlelight And all that really matters Is what we do before we fall asleep each night)

(05:02)

22. Different Wings
    (Like the sphinx knows silence And the pyramids know time Like Sisyphus knew regret As he thought about his crime As Julius knew betrayal As Judas knew the kiss And David with his nervous hand Knew when not to miss And Helen in her blindness Knew better how to touch And Lincoln in his wisdom Knew the angels in each of us Like the Delphi knew tomorrow Like crocodiles know the Nile Like Michelangelo knew stone A mother knows her baby's smile Then she placed her hands upon his lips In something akin to a kiss And in her arms he stayed asleep As the night grew dark and the child dreamt deep)

(02:44)

23. Midnight Clear
    (Post Script)

(01:38)



 
Faith Noel
(Instrumental)
 
 
The Lost Christmas Eve
(Another year has come and past Like moments through an hourglass And at the end of this year's trail An offering, a final tale Of love, long lost And then refound And the child by which Those dreams were bound Of a dusty hotel That was long past old And the shadows and the memories Its hallways still hold For things that are old Have the best tales to tell And usually, They tell them well And so it's here, my dear children That our story truly starts When the lord sent once more to the earth An angel, with a childlike heart And on this night his mission was To find somewhere on this earth That human that best reflected his son And carried on his work And since this mission from his lord Had to be completed on this one night The angel quickly unfolded his wings And towards the earth took flight And this night, in case you have not guessed Was once more Christmas Eve When snow and light and angels' flights All together weave But of the angel's instructions There was one thing more That would make this journey to the earth Harder than all the ones before For the lord had also told the angel That he could only use his wings twice this Christmas Eve Once when he descended to the earth And once more when he would leave (Not unlike ourselves some think, Or at least so I believe) Now this put quite a complication In what the angel planned For now he had to choose most carefully Exactly where he would land He needed to find a single place That would represent all mankind But humans were such a varied lot Such a place would surely be hard to find A single place where there would be Humans of every race and creed The rich and poor, the thrilled and bored The failures with those who succeed But after a few moments Carefully placed in thought The answer appeared in the angel's mind The city called New York And as he neared that city Where all those souls did dwell He felt himself being drawn towards An old, rundown hotel For in a city that usually had Guards at nearly every single door This one just had a sign that said "vacancies, There is always room for one more" Now why the angel decided to stop there He could not quite say the reason But he thought the sign upon that hotel Somehow fit the sentiment of this season Now even after all these years The building was still a work of art And though some facade had crumbled here and there Most still had their parts The walls were made of granite Not aluminum or steel And every pillar and balustrade Still had its artist's feel Every gutter had a gargoyle Every gargoyle had its wings For angels can appreciate Other flying things So he landed on a cathedral roof Across the street from that hotel And looked down upon the world below Where all those souls did dwell And sitting on that rooftop With his friend the winter wind He gazed carefully at that scene below As he slowly took it in)
On a street in the night
In the cold winter's light
A child stands alone and she's waiting

And the light that's out there
It just hangs in the air
As if it was just hesitating

And the snow it comes down
And it muffles the sound
Of dreams on their way to tomorrow

And when they appear
This night will hold them near
For where they will lead
She will follow

For here in this city of lights
This evening awakens
The dreams that it might
The winter it conjures
The spells it will weave
The snow gently covers the ground
Christmas Eve

In this scene
On this night
There's an ancient hotel
Where shadows they do tend to wander

And the ghosts that live here
Hold each moment so dear
For time's not a thing one should squander

And they recount their sand
As it runs through their hand
And examine each moment for meaning

It can be wished upon
Till the moment it's gone
Like day disappears into evening

For here in this city of lights
This evening awakens
The dreams that it might
The winter it conjures
The moment is seized
The snow gently covers the ground
Christmas eve

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas

Christmas
Christmas
Christmas
Christmas

Through this night
The dream still wanders
As it was meant to be
And every year this night grows fonder

Of children and circumstance
Caught in this childhood dance
As the world turns around
Keeping dreams on the ground

Windows of frosted ice
Prisming candlelight
And somehow we
Start to believe

In the night and the dream
As it cuts through the noise
With the whisper of snow
As it starts to deploy

In the depths of a night
That's about to begin
With the feeling of snow
As it melts on your skin

And it covers the land
With a dream so intense
That it returns us all
To a child's innocence

And then what you'd thought lost
And could never retrieve
Is suddenly there to be found
On Christmas Eve
On Christmas Eve
On Christmas...
 
 
Christmas Dreams
(And so it was in front of this hotel Our angel did finally arrive And standing at one corner was a young man Who caught the angel's eye He had a small group of children Gathered round him there Who all were quietly listening Which for children is quite rare He was telling them Christmas tales And each one brought more children near Where they nestled round him on those steps So each word they could clearly hear He then told them a Christmas story About how all men are brothers And when that story had ended The children clamored for another "Where does Christmas go When its day is through? Where does Christmas go," they asked, "And what does Christmas do?" Now children have such simple requests Their wishes are so small That the young man saw no reason why He could not grant them all)
Somewhere beyond where the light rarely goes
Somewhere beyond where the dark barely breathes
Somewhere this night where the dark only knows

She awaits ever patient
She awaits rarely seen
But her moments are taken
For in the dead of the night
Gathering light
Christmas dreams

I want to wrap all my moments around her
I want to watch as she glitters the night
Floats her dreams in the air
People watch, children stare
At these tears of captured light

While she awaits ever patient
She awaits rarely seen
Still her moments are taken
For in the dead of the night
Gathering light
Christmas dreams

And a tear falls upon her snow-white hair
And it runs to the end where it lingers there
Then it falls through the air of a winter's sky
Till it captures a dream and it's crystalized

Let it go!
Let it go!
This old world that I know

For soon everything will be changing
In a single glance
Where it all enchants
And every hope is worth saving

And a tear falls upon her snow-white hair
And it runs to the end where it lingers there
Then it falls through the air of a winter's sky
Till it captures a dream and it's crystalized

Let it go!
Let it go!
This old world that I know

For soon everything will be changing
In a single glance
Where it all enchants
And every hope
Every hope
Every hope is worth saving
 
 
Wizards in Winter
(And so it was in front of this hotel Our angel did finally arrive And standing at one corner was a young man Who caught the angel's eye He had a small group of children Gathered round him there Who all were quietly listening Which for children is quite rare He was telling them Christmas tales And each one brought more children near Where they nestled round him on those steps So each word they could clearly hear He then told them a Christmas story About how all men are brothers And when that story had ended The children clamored for another "Where does Christmas go When its day is through? Where does Christmas go," they asked, "And what does Christmas do?" Now children have such simple requests Their wishes are so small That the young man saw no reason why He could not grant them all They liked his stories so much They begged him not to let it end So he told them about the wizards of winter Whose winter ball they must attend How these wizards decorated their whole world With icicles, frost and snow And how with the dreams of this night beneath it It all would magically start to glow And the snow seemed to obey the young man's every gesture In the cold December's air And as for the wizards' imperial ball Well, they were already there)
(Instrumental)
 
 
Remember
(Now every moment the angel spent listening His time on earth diminished But the angel found himself waiting there Until each story was finished He had only several hours left For the quest he had been assigned But angels like small children Have trouble keeping track of time But in the end it seemed this delay Had turned out for the best For now there were grownups all around Listening with the rest For as they listened to his stories Each one till the very end Those adults remembered their own childhoods And a time when faith was not pretend)
Remember
Remember
Remember long ago

On a night with a gentle falling snow

Falling snow
Falling snow

Can I offer you
What Christmas dares
To know?
 
 
Anno Domine
(Christmas is how In every nation That hope is passed Through generations From old to young And sometimes I'm told It's actually passed From young to old Yes, our angel had been quite impressed With this youth that he had found But then across the street he heard An old familiar sound It was a multitude of voices From the old cathedral's choir Singing out about this night And the hopes that it inspires)
On this night of hope and salvation
One child lies embraced in a dream
Where each man regardless of station
On this night can now be redeemed

Where every man regardless of his nation
Ancestral relations
On this night the past can fly away

And that dream we've dreamed most
That every child is held close
On this night that dream won't be betrayed

All as one
Raise your voices!
Raise your voices!
All as one
On this Christmas day!

All rejoice
Raise your voices!
Raise your voices!
All rejoice
Anno domine!

On this night when no child's forgotten
No dream sleeps where he cannot see
No man here is misbegotten
And this night's dreams are still yet to be

Where every man regardless of his nation
Ancestral relations
On this night the past can fly away

And that dream we've dreamed most
That every child is held close
On this night that dream won't be betrayed

All as one
Raise your voices!
Raise your voices!
All as one
On this Christmas day!

All rejoice
Raise your voices!
Raise your voices!
All rejoice
Anno domine!
 
 
Christmas Concerto
(After the song was over Nearly every person there Went to the cathedral's basement And started setting up tables and chairs For that night this church would feed Any person in life who had less And both those that gave and those that received Left that night feeling blessed Then the angel remembered something That his lord's son had once said On how one truly followed him When words and acts were wed Some people claim to follow him But themselves they just deceive For his lord's son had said, "You will know who truly follows me Not by what they say, but by their deeds" And this church was clearly filled With kind people of goodwill But the angel had more time left on this night And continued to search on still So the angel left the parishioners With their Christmas meal in happy bliss And returned once more to the hotel To make sure that there was no one there he had missed And passing by a village square He heard a brass quartet Whose Christmas concerto in the key of g He felt lighten his every step)
(Instrumental)
 
 
Queen of the Winter Night
(And so back at the hotel Our angel again arrived But this time he went up the front steps Which, of course, led him inside (It's one of those things that architects Conveniently decide) Now hotels are quite like people No two exactly the same And this one had such a magical past The angel found himself quite entertained The foyer still had an elegance That the years could not disguise And the shadows of Christmas Eves long disappeared This night, still gently glided by For in this hotel, here side by side The past and the present dwelled And the ghosts who lived here not only lived They honestly, lived well The lobby had a Steinway piano That was steeped in memories And some said Duke Ellington's fingers Still lingered on those keys There was a grand palace ballroom Where princesses had once waltzed Whose beauty and sense of style The newspapers would constantly exhault The ghosts of Rockefellers and Vanderbilts Still met at their Christmas Eve charity balls Raising money not for themselves But raising it for all (And the sound of their children laughing Still echoed in these halls) Now these spirits of course, could not be seen By any human eyes But each one smiled at the angel When they saw him walking by And these ghosts reminded the angel How every human waiting to be born, And every life that had already left When it was tired out and worn Were connected by those alive right now Which gave the living quite a trust, To pass on what was best and good Inside of each of us Now within each guest room he heard many hearts And behind each heart there was a life And the angel carefully read them all With the next hour of that night When he reached the grand palace ballroom It was behind closed mahogany doors And when the angel was passing by it He could hear music begin once more It seemed that since this room was built Musicians did permanently reside And then the angel did what we all would do He went to look inside And there he found such a majestic orchestra To please all, it would be enough But then someone plugged a guitar in And the volume, it crept up So with a song inspired by Mozart's Famous "queen of the night" The orchestra added the word, "winter" And some notes, some fog, some lights)
(Instrumental)
 
 
Christmas Nights in Blue
(He could have stayed there the entire night For to him music was the voice of god For it never needed translation And could lift up lives that were often quite hard But then he heard a different kind of music From somewhere else close by And he followed the trail of those new notes Till he found himself outside The notes led him to a blues bar That was right next to the hotel And the angel watched some lonely people enter it And wondered if this Was where all the lonely people did dwell Then another guardian angel Who happened to be near Told him about the old blues bar And whispered in his ear "Here the tragically beautiful And the beautifully tragic Drift through this night In a last quest for magic Their faces are masks That so artfully disguise The wounds in their hearts The scars in their eyes Now these scars in their eyes Never hurt, never bleed But like cracks in a mirror They distort all they see For when the heart's an open wound Its greatest threat, I fear Is that the salt rubbed into it Does come from one's own tears Now there are many places on this earth That one thinks that god has forgot But one can often find an angel or a saint Where one assumes angels and saints are not" And then the other angel reminded him Of their lord's point of view "You'll know them not by how they appear You'll know them by what they do" So when the next patron went inside The angel followed him undetected But what he found within that bar Was not quite what he expected There was an old piano player there Playing with a honky-tonk sound And everyone who entered that place depressed That piano player turned their night around And one by one he'd draw each person Out of their self-imposed cage And before they realized it He had them singing on the stage)
Just another night in New York city
Snow comes down looks real pretty
Don't know how but suddenly there you are
With Jelly Roll Morton playin' for the bar

Inside here, lights are low
But each song has its own glow
As he floats them through that smokey air
You just can't believe he's really there

How old is he?
Cannot say
But claims he taught cab Calloway
And on this night I somehow believe him
Knows every song that Christmas got
Even ones my brain has dropped
Just him and that old fir tree
All lit up this night
Electric blue

Just another night in New York city
Snow comes down looks real pretty
Can't believe but suddenly there you are
Talking with strangers sittin' cross the bar
Suddenly, all are laughin'
This night's smart, always craftin'Building bridges nearly everywhere
Hits a wall, it just builds a stairs

Outside the colored lights they bleed
For snow is white and colors need
As it just comes down like pure salvation
It offers all its amnesty
And makes your neighbor different see
By the light of that fir tree
And this old bar
Electrified in blue

I gotta drop dead simple
Childhood view of salvation
Perhaps that's how it was always meant to be
And the more I add up all this information
It seems it all comes down in the end to you and me

So you look around till you find a phone
Then you call your mom and everyone at home
And the bar looks on and they start to cheer
When you talk to folks you haven't seen in years

And the snow comes down
And the children play
And they pray to god
It never goes away
And a childhood prayer
Should never be denied
As the night rolls on
Till it's carolized

Carolized
Carolized
Carolized
Carolized

And on this tree
The lights are done
But the colors here are down one
I guess it kind of fits the situation
Ornaments still shining bright
Watch them glitter in the light
Just this old fir tree and me
All lit up this night
Electric blue
 
 
Christmas Jazz
(Then a guitarist and a bass player Read some notes off a music page And added a little bit of jazz A sound that never seems to age)
(Instrumental)
 
 
Christmas Jam
(Now that old piano player knew There were other musicians in that crowd And one by one he brought them up And the music, it got loud)
Carolize
Understand
Turn it up
Christmas jam
 
 
Siberian Sleigh Ride
(The band played on and on With no one looking at their watch And just when you thought it couldn't get any better They would turn it up a notch)
(Instrumental)
 
 
What Is Christmas?
(By this time a harder rocking stage Would be impossible to find And though no one was now drinking The owner did not seem to mind And the angel marveled how one man Could turn around a life And then that life turn around another's And how it rippled through this night But there was someone in that room Whose heart had not been changed A heart that had grown so hard You'd have thought it could never be arranged It was the businessman from downtown Who had stopped there to rest his feet And he clung to his drink (Where he watched his thoughts sink) While any strangers, he refused to greet You could see upon his face How happiness had been so long deferred It was practically as if unhappiness Had somehow become preferred Now the angel had not seen the businessman Though they had in that room been near Nor did the angel see him as he left the bar When he could no longer stand this Christmas cheer And as the businessman exited the door He heard someone complaining on the TV It was the "grinch" ranting against Christmas And the man found that he agreed)
What is Christmas?
Tinseled fairytales
Day old stockings lined up in a row

What is Christmas
Could someone tell me that?
What is Christmas?
Surely, I don't know

And everywhere these lights
Who needs to color night?
Could this whole thing be planned?
I do not understand

This Christmas
Trees with colored lights
Underneath they still are only trees
Do you think that one day perhaps they might
Find that Christmas
Is kind of a disease?

Every year it's waiting for me
Waiting for me
Every year it constantly defies
Placing strangers
There before me
There before me
Spreading hope and cheer
Mixed in with happiness
Fraternal bliss and other Christmas lies!

And there's one more thing that I have discovered
And I would now like you to know
The reason for Christmas I now realize
Is an excuse to tolerate snow
Snow!
I don't even like the sound of it
Anyway, where was I
Oh, yes!

What is Christmas?
Candles everywhere
A fire hazard any other day
Children light them
No one seems to care
All for Christmas

Every year it returns here
And every year it's waiting for me
Why can't Christmas disappear
And just pretend it never saw me
Every year I get my hopes up
That it will somehow just leave
But every year I wake to find
That once again it now is Christmas
Eve
 
 
For the Sake of Our Brother
(And though his time was growing strained He could not walk away from this soul in pain For in the dark he had now seen The bleeding of this wound extreme So along the snow covered sidewalk The angel did carefully step Following the trail of blood drops Combined with tears that had never been wept And then he saw the businessman Who had been grumbling about this night And he wondered how that man had carried this wound So long throughout his life He watched the man walk past the church Where a song seemed to reach out for him But the man just walked right past it And would not let it in)
In a stable
In a manger
In the cold winter's air
In the arms of his mother
A child's lying there

In a city
In a village
Though the years have gone by
The child still remains
With the dream still close by

And each year on this night that child reawakens
And each year on this night that hope rebegins
That the dream he has offered might one day be taken

For the sake of our brother
For the child who's forgotten
For the dream that is still lying there

O' come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
O' come ye, o' come ye
To Bethlehem
Come and adore him
Born the king of angels

O' come let us adore him
O' come let us adore him
O' come let us adore him
Christ the lord

In a stable
In a manger
In the cold winter's air
In the arms of his mother a child's lying there
 
 
The Wisdom of Snow
(Now why this man's soul was bleeding The angel had to understand So invisible, he stood by him And then gently touched his hand Which caused the man to stand there still Despite the winter's cold And while he stood there in that trance The angel read his soul It seemed the man was not always like The man he had become And that angel wondered how that change had happened And when it had begun The man had been born to a kind and religious family And raised in the midwest And all throughout his childhood This man, clearly, had been blessed He grew up believing, among other things Man was made in the image of god He went to school, observed all rules While working very hard He had always tried to help others Excelled at nearly every task And when he'd graduated high school Of course, he was the first one in his class And in his eighteenth summer When it was time for him to leave He had offers from several colleges All of them ivy league And at college in all his studies He always received straight "a"s And when he tried his hand in theater He got the lead in the senior play It appeared to nearly everyone There was no talent that he lacked And for three years on the football team He was, the star quarterback And there he also met the girl Who did become his wife With her, his world was now complete He had the perfect life When they had graduated college They were wed in a ceremony quite grand Then they moved to New York In a dream they seemed caught Where all had been perfectly planned She decorated their Park Avenue apartment In a 1920's art-deco style And six months after they had moved in She told him, they would soon be having a child And after their first ultrasound He knew they were having a son Their lives could not have been better And they had only just begun Together they arrived early at the hospital On the delivery date The father was taking no chances And did not want to risk being late But while waiting outside the delivery room He could tell that something was going wrong For too many doctors were rushing in With none coming out for too long When her own doctor finally came out With several nurses at his side He said that his wife had started hemorrhaging And despite their best efforts, she died Then in an effort to console him A nurse gave him his newborn to hold But from the way the child felt limp in his arms He knew there was still more bad news to be told The doctor then gave the prognosis As gently as anyone could But before he could finish explaining The father only too well understood The child had been cut off from oxygen For minutes, which is far too long The damage was now irreversible His brain permanently malformed He'd never hold a job, Learn to read or ever talk And it would be a miracle If the child even learned how to walk And with those words the father felt His entire world falling apart And he stumbled for the words to express The tearing inside of his heart He cried out, why did god have to take her While she was still so young And then as if to cut him deeper Leave this thing here as his son "Please explain to me god's wisdom How could he decide To take from me my precious wife While leaving this alive There is no reason for this life Why does he even exist And if he had never been born There is no way he'd have ever been missed If man is made in god's image Then something here is surely amiss For there is nothing of god Nothing of god Nothing of god Nothing of god Nothing of god in this" And then he asked for the child To be placed in a state run home And after he had signed the papers He walked into that night alone And in this world he found unkind He built a wall around his mind And every year he'd add new parts Until it had also enclosed his heart He kept his job and paid his debts As he slowly became a silhouette Of a man walking among the tombs While living his life within his wounds He distanced himself from all his friends Even his sisters and brothers And as time it went by, he developed his eyes So they could only see the flaws in others With this final glimpse, the angel stepped away And the man shook himself out of his trance Then continued his walk back towards his home And few would have given his soul half of a chance And the angel himself felt helpless As he watched that old man there So he did what even humans do And he quickly said a prayer And as the prayer flew to his lord The angel did decide To carefully follow the old man And stay closely by his side For on this night can one deny The gift of a more sympathetic eye To cast upon our fellow man And on this night to understand The frailty of childhood dreams Like fireflies over summer streams And if one dared to remove time's veil Could one retrace those childhood trails? But whispers in the winter's wind Told of rescued dreams, forgiven sins And who among us shall be deemed To rescue some forgotten dream? So on this night of Christmas Eve As once again the spirits weave Its snowswept dreams and colored lights With bits of magic into each life And as the snow comes gently down Its soul intent to reach the ground To cover scars the world still feels Perhaps to give them time to heal For as men invest in money And professors in what they know God invests in mercy Like winter invests in snow)
(Instrumental)
 
 
Wish Liszt (Toy Shop Madness)
(Now the old man was nearing a toy shop Where he could hear a music box kind of sound From a miniature carousel with its miniature horses All circling faithfully around And a little girl wearing a Russian styled coat Was carefully looking inside At the horses and knights and the trains with their lights While she was imagining they all were alive For at this time a child will dare To see what is perhaps not there Or at least not there to adult eyes Who have forgotten how to fantasize)
(Instrumental)
 
 
Back to a Reason (part II)
(Now that young girl, outside the store Was trying to capture snow's magic But each flake melted at her touch Which her young mind found quite tragic And while chasing an elusive snowflake That was determined to reach the ground She bumped into the businessman passing by And nearly knocked him down And thinking she was in trouble The child quickly apologized But the man was not accepting it She could see it in his eyes She explained she had been looking in the toy shop That tomorrow would be Christmas day But the man muttered words she could not understand So she searched for something else she could say "Do you have any children?" the child asked the man "No," was his instant reply And though he said it in his firmest voice In his heart he knew he had lied The girl was getting on his nerves Which were already shot Something about her bothered him But he could not say quite what Then he noticed the time was approaching midnight What was she doing on the street? When he asked the girl this question The child seemed to retreat She said she was staying with her parents At the hotel, right next door They were there for just this one night In room twelve twenty-four Then he said, "you best get back there As quick as you can fly!" And he watched as she ran all the way Until she was safely back inside Then he took several steps In the direction towards his home But then he hesitated And took out his mobile phone And called up the institution Where he had left his son To find out if he was still there and alive Wondering if the past could be undone The operator who answered, searched the computer To see if the child had survived And she was sincerely happy to tell him "Your son is no longer here, but he is still alive!" Then the lady who was very kind Said, "if you have a short while I can give you all the information That is here inside his file I see that at the age of twelve He had finally learned to walk And could understand most things people said But has never learned to talk He's living uptown in the Bronx At a boarding house hotel" And then the lady gave him the phone number And hotel's address as well And for the first time in many years The man thought about his life And all the things he had left behind And, of course, he thought about his wife And he wondered if she had lived The things they might have done But really most of all right now He thought about his son)
Time
Standing all alone
I bled for you
I wanted to
Each drop my own

Slowly they depart
But fall in vain
Like desert rain
And still they fall on and on and on

Got to get back to a reason
Got to get back to a reason I once knew
And this late in the seasons
One by one distractions fade from view

So
Drifting through the dark
The sympathy
Of night's mercy
Inside my heart
Is your life the same?
Do ghosts cry tears?
Do they feel years?
As time just goes on and on and on

Got to get back to a reason
Got to get back to a reason I once knew
And this late in the seasons
One by one distractions fade from view

I'm looking for you
I'm looking for I don't know what
I can't see there anymore
And all my time's been taken

Is this what it seems?
The lure of a dream
And I'm afraid to walk back through that door
To find that I've awakened

The night seems to care
The dreams in the air
The snow's coming down
It beckons me dare

It whispers, it hopes
It holds and confides
And offers a bridge
Across these divides

The parts of my life
I've tried to forget
It's gathered each piece
And carefully kept

Somewhere in the dark
Beyond all the cold
There is a child
That's part of my soul

Got to get back to a reason
Got to get back to a reason I once knew
And this late in the seasons
One by one distractions fade from view
The only reason I have left is
You
 
 
Christmas Bells, Carousels & Time
(If he went there and saw his son What words could he possibly say Would his own child recognize him And if he did, would he turn away? Dare he rekindle this hope Perhaps to only watch it die And standing there in this man's place I wonder, would you or I? Now the angel knew if enough time passes by Any hope can be smothered So before it was dead, to the first prayer he had said The angel quickly added another)
(Instrumental)
 
 
What Child Is This?
(The old man stood there thinking While staring in that old toy shop With its carousel still turning round In front of a music box clock For what good's a clock without a chime A useless thing that just keeps time Recording moments that come and leave But this clock's chimes struck midnight Upon a lost Christmas Eve And when the final chime had spoken And the twelfth bell had finally rung The indecision in the father was broken He now knew what had to be done So he got into a yellow cab And prayed that it might lead Through all this snow and streetlight glow To a past he might retrieve When the taxi dropped him off At the boarding house hotel It was a rundown building With a musty, rundown smell And he asked for his son From the hotel's night desk clerk Who said his son was not there He was not back from work When the father said that was impossible The clerk replied, "I'm not here to debate But he works at the hospital, just down the block If you want you can sit here and wait But he never returns till real late" Then the father tried asking another question But the clerk went back to watching his TV Which was also playing, "how the grinch stole Christmas" And the father mused, "this movie has no sympathy, Well, at least not when it comes down to me" Once outside he saw the hospital's entrance And went to information by the front door Who confirmed that his son had a job there And worked up on the seventh floor So he took the elevator up to that floor Which was marked "maternity" And the man knew in his heart that this was a mistake For his son working here could not be But the nurse on duty reconfirmed that he did And since her rounds were about to begin If he would like to follow her She would gladly take the father to him So he followed her to a large dark room That to him seemed unusually empty Except for several incubators glowing on the right Each with a trembling baby These infants were all extremely frail And obviously in incredible pain And this sight cut deep into that father's soul And he asked the nurse, please, to explain "These children were born to mothers Who were addicted to crack cocaine And these children are born in complete withdrawal For that drug is still deep in their veins We can give them no other drugs to ease their withdrawals Since they are born premature and quite frail And any form of pain killer Could easily cause their small hearts to fail" "And what does my son do here?" The father asked, "he is not a patient, I assume" The nurse did not say a single word But nodded to the far left corner of the room And there the father saw his son Who looked like himself when he was a younger man Rocking back and forth in a rocking chair A trembling infant held in his hands And in his arms the child did not cry But slept to silent lullabies And his son rocked that newborn back and forth Until finally, a dream was caught But still at his rocking, his son faithfully kept Till that poor child's trembling had also, finally, left Then the nurse whispered softly Into the father's ear Something that a blind man could see But the father needed to hear Whispered to him in this room Filled with mankind's misbegotten Something that the father had known once But somehow had forgotten She said, "it is this way with each of us We all need to be held, at least twice Once upon the day that we are born And once more when we leave this life Your son has been coming to this place Since as long as I've been working here He's never missed a single day In nearly twenty years He always arrives promptly on time But a time card he does not keep For he never leaves this maternity room Until every last child is asleep" Then the nurse noticed the father Trying to choke back the things he now felt So mentioning she had to continue her rounds She quietly excused herself So he was now alone in the darkness Between the past and future caught Not knowing what to do As his mind flooded with so many thoughts Some beauty comes too early While its moment never waits And some beauty is always there But never seen, till it's too late Look! There is a moment It has just slipped away And so we lose our lives In such ordinary ways Where do we get our dreams from? Where do we get our faith? Is it something that we are born with Or is it something for which we must wait? The mist of things we once believed The childhood truths for which we grieve And in our lives could we have missed Those that in the dark, the angels kiss)
What child is this
Who laid to rest
That I now find here sleeping?
Do angels keep the dreams we seek
While our hearts lie bleeding?

Could this be Christ the king
Whose every breath the angels bring?
Could this be the face of god, this child, the son I once carried?

What child is this
Who is so blessed he changes all tomorrows?
Replacing tears with reborn years
In hearts once dark and hollow

Could this be Christ the king
Whose every breath the angels bring?
Could this be the face of god, this child, the son I once carried?

In the dead of the night
As his life slips away
As he reads by the light
Of a star faraway

Holding on
Holding off
Holding out
Holding in

Could you be this old
And have your life just begin?

Reading by the light of a lost Christmas day
It begins
Reading by the light of a lost Christmas day

Tell me how many times can this story be told
After all of these years it should all sound so old
But it somehow rings true in the back of my mind
As I search for a dream that words can no longer define

Reading by the light of a lost Christmas day
And the time
Reading by the light of a lost Christmas day

And the time and the years
And the tears and the cost
And the hopes and the dreams
Of each child that is lost
And the whisper of wings
In the cold winter's air
As the snow it comes down
And visions appear everywhere

Reading by the light of a lost Christmas day
In the air
Reading by the light of a lost Christmas day

In the dead of the night
As his life slips away
As he reads by the light
Of a star faraway

Holding on
Holding off
Holding out
Holding in

Could you be this old
And have your life just begin

Reading by the light of a lost Christmas day
It begins
Reading by the light of a lost Christmas day
It begins
Reading by the light of a lost Christmas day
It begins
Reading by the light of a lost Christmas day
It begins
 
 
O' Come All Ye Faithful
(Looking at his son across the room He feared to cross that divide But how long could he stay in this dark That allows us all to hide Is there a wrong so great in life That it undoes every good we've ever done Is there an act so good it would undo all our wrongs Every single one? And in putting his whole Life into this gesture Would failing make it Any lesser? Then through the window he thought he saw In the falling snow so near The outline of his son's mother's face But then it disappeared It was only there for a second And a second's not long, but yet It was enough to cause that man To take that very first step And that step was followed by another In that room still lit so dim And before he realized how far he had gone His son was directly in front of him Then the father noticed on the windowsill An old photo that he long ago had seen It was a picture of him and his wife When they were both about nineteen It was leaning against a folder That said "property of the deceased" And underneath was his wife's name And the date it had been released It was obviously her personal possessions That had been given to his son Because since he had left them all behind The child was the only one His son must have always kept it with him For the folder was weathered and torn And he must have gazed at that picture countless times For it was also all tattered and worn Then his son noticed him standing there And from his task looked up And then looked at the picture beside him And that one look, was enough He recognized it was his father That was now standing there And gave him a smile of pure love and forgiveness And of the past, he did not care He did not care where he had been The whys, the where's, the how's He only cared that his father was there Standing by him now Then the father turned and walked across the room Which by now had lost its distance And went to the nearest incubator And picked up a trembling infant And with the child within his arms He returned to his son And all the pain within his soul At that moment was undone And he sat in the rocking chair beside him With the life he had retrieved And side-by-side together They rocked all through that Christmas Eve)
(Instrumental)
 
 
Christmas Canon Rock
(Now all that had occurred here this night The angel had clearly seen Not unlike an old fashioned movie Upon a silvered screen That borders on the edge of a Forgotten childhood dream And from all that he had witnessed He thought his answer he had found And once more unfolded his wings And left earth's solid ground With every sweep of those wings Across time and space he soared Until he found himself standing Back in heaven, before his lord And he told his lord the name of the father's son But then he hesitated Like a child in school unsure of his answer But the lord, he patiently waited Then the angel added the names Of the parishioners at the church The musicians, the storyteller The operator and the hospital nurse Eventually there was hardly a person That the angel had missed And then at the very end he placed The father's name, also on that list That anyone could reflect his lord's son Was now the angel's view All it took was to follow the simple word's of his son "To do unto others, as you would have others do unto you" Then the lord smiled at his angel And said, "you have done more than your task It's a gift that eyes rarely have That can see further than they are asked." And so this night is ending So close to where it did start As the angel slept deep that night Within his lord's own heart For hope never dies At worst it only sleeps And all we surrender Christmas safely keeps Through the cold winter nights Of the longest Decembers Till here by starlight We begin to remember That in the very end The message Christmas is sending Is that it is never too late To change any life's ending The end After the end or (the next day) So Christmas Eve had come and past But not so Christmas day And thus it is, we add a final act Onto our yearly play A taxicab pulled up to the grand hotel, That morning somewhere around eight And the father with his son got out And asked the driver, to please wait Then the father asked the clerk if he could speak To the couple in room twelve twenty-four Adding he did not know the couple's name But had met their child the night before The clerk answered most politely That he would like to fulfill his wish But the room number twelve twenty-four In this hotel, did not exist The father then described the little girl Her age and dress as well But the clerk said there had been no children there at all that week Was he sure he had the right hotel? So the father started wondering If in the cold winter's air He had somehow imagined the entire event But then he realized, he didn't care The only thing that mattered When all was said and done Was that he was reunited With his one and only son And when they got back into their cab He heard a ripping sound As the contents of his wife's folder Spilled out onto the ground As he rushed to pick it all up He grabbed the picture first Of him and his wife at the age nineteen Long before she had given birth And on the back he saw a poem he had written to her Years before they had wed When they were young, their lives just begun And here is what it said, "If a single tear fell from your eyes into the ocean And then washed up on some far and distant shore I would still recognize that teardrop For in the end that tear would still be yours" And then he saw another picture That he had never seen before Of a little girl in a Russian styled coat Standing with her parents, in front of their store The little girl he saw there He now knew was a childhood picture of his wife But it was also a picture of the little girl He had just met on the previous night And he realized that those who love Death cannot divide It only provides an extra soul To watch over us from the other side And together they returned Back to the father's home And shared the best Christmas That either of them had ever known And somewhere across eternity Which in distance cannot be measured The mother looked down upon them both And their happiness she treasured And later on late that night When her son was drifting off to sleep A tear once more rolled from her eyes And trailed across her cheek But this one was a tear of joy That she could not keep inside And this time she followed it through eternity Across the great divide Till it landed by another joyful tear That her husband had just wept And there unseen she joined him In the silent vigil that he kept For we are all born mortal Like stars and candlelight And all that really matters Is what we do before we fall asleep each night)
This night
We pray
Our lives will show

This dream he had
Each child
Still knows

We are waiting
We have not forgotten

On this night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
 
 
Different Wings
(Like the sphinx knows silence And the pyramids know time Like Sisyphus knew regret As he thought about his crime As Julius knew betrayal As Judas knew the kiss And David with his nervous hand Knew when not to miss And Helen in her blindness Knew better how to touch And Lincoln in his wisdom Knew the angels in each of us Like the Delphi knew tomorrow Like crocodiles know the Nile Like Michelangelo knew stone A mother knows her baby's smile Then she placed her hands upon his lips In something akin to a kiss And in her arms he stayed asleep As the night grew dark and the child dreamt deep)
Dream, child
As childhood wants to do

Dream all this night will allow
Dream, child
Dream with an angel's view
Out there safe in your clouds

Wait for me now
I will be there for you
No matter what
Tomorrow may bring
This I will vow
I will be there
For this child with different

Dream, child
Stars have been rumored to
See dreams within newborn eyes
And in their arms I believe they do
Keep safe until you arise

Wait for me now
I will be there for you
No matter what
Tomorrow may bring
This I will vow
I will be there
For this child with different wings

And so it's here our story ends
Exactly where it did start
In that labyrinth of mystery
We call the human heart

For they say that without it
No one can truly live
And it also has been rumored
That without it, we cannot forgive

Merry Christmas!
 
 
Midnight Clear
(Post Script)
(Instrumental)
 
Lineup:
Robert Kinkel - keys
Jon Oliva - keys
Al Pitrelli - guitar, keys
Paul o'Neill - guitar
Chris Caffery - guitar
Johnny Lee Middleton - bass guitar
Jeff Plate - drums

Guests:
Jennifer Cella - vocal
Wendy Eggers - vocal
Robert Evan - vocal
Gary Giles - vocal
Michael Lanning - vocal
James Robert Lewis - vocal
J. Mark McVey - vocal
Daryl B. Pediford - vocal
Gretchen Kinkel - vocal
Kelsey Surdan - vocal
Carmine Giglio - keys
Jane Mangini (Jani Mangini) - keys
Mee Eun Kim - keys
John Clark - horn
Amy Helm - whistles
Tristan Avakian - guitar
Angus Clark - guitar
Alex Skolnick - guitar
David Zablidowsky (David Z) - bass guitar
Jeff Allegue - bass guitar
John O. Reilly - drums
Takanori Niida - drums
Dave Wittman - drums, guitar, bass guitar
 
Produced by Paul o'Neill.



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