O Holy night The stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear savior's birth Now you all heard the story about Bethlehem How the child was born and the three wise men Heard the preacher tell it like the preacher does But let me tell you, children, That's not how it was Now you might ask me what I'm talking about But I know the part that they all left out Now do you hear what I said That Herod wanted those wise men dead But on that blessed evening My great great great great great great granddad He saved those kings Now granddad made his living Playing jazz you see But jazz wasn't big around one A.D. So he got himself a job in the palace band Where he heard about three kings In the desert sand Let me tell you children that at any time Three kings in the desert that's a real rare find But Herod heard of it too And when he heard his curiosity grew So he asked those kings to drop by And my great great great great great great Granddad He wondered why So the Magi told old Herod That they had come here To find a newborn king of kings Who'd heal our sins Then herod told his guards To follow those Magi And that the only king around here Was gonna' be him Then he told his soldiers as I recall When they found that child, to kill them all But granddad overheard what Herod said And he had to act fast or else they'd all be dead So granddad got to those kings Filled them in on the plan, told them everything When they heard what he had in store They grabbed the gold The frankincense The myrrh, the jewels The desert tents And when they found His plan was sound They followed granddad out the back door And what a night It must have been But when God is on your side You kinda' know that in the end You're gonna win They traveled fast They traveled far And in the end they found That they were standing with the Child Beneath the star Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah And so you see we've reached the end Of our story When granddad and the kings Reached that stable on the hill And while I said that Three kings in the desert is a rare sight Angels singing in the desert that's far rarer still Now I ain't sayin' that the bible was wrong But ya' see the whole tale Would have taken too long 'Cause way back then in the promised land Every copy they sold, It had to be written by hand And granddad lived a long life Stayed friends with those kings And found a good wife And eventually I came along But that my children That my children That's another song The next letter included a receipt For one toy stuffed bear Donating it to a small thrift shop But somehow it was left there For attics have their secrets And toys will have theirs, too Like who once held or loved them When they last were new Whether they were made of metal Or they were cotton stuffed Or how they had been left here When they were not enough And so it's here that they must wait Between reality and dream Hoping all will be remembered And that all can be redeemed Then in the sound of the wind Whistling through a door She thought she heard the sound of children That had held this toy before And she then thought to herself As she now held it in her hand That no one could save all the world But we should save who we can So she placed it near her candle For she had decided in her mind That when she left this attic He would not be left behind Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com