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Coming home for Christmas
Un drum prin zăpadă, noaptea, și o ușă lăsată întredeschisă. Cincisprezece colinde cântate de doi oameni într-o cameră mică de lemn — o voce o dată, un singur instrument lângă ea, niciodată mai tare decât o vorbă spusă aproape.
Aici nu e niciun cor, nicio orchestră, niciun refren care crește. Fiecare piesă își primește un singur oaspete: un violoncel, o tobă cu ramă, o cutie muzicală, o vioară. Piesa cea mai goală n-are niciun instrument — doar două voci și o încăpere.
Se termină cu o plecăciune. Cineva mulțumește încet, pentru pâinea pe care n-a copt-o și pentru lumina pe care n-a aprins-o. Pune-l seara, la volum mic, când s-a făcut liniște în casă.
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- Prelude
- Joy to the World
Wake, the morning breaks in gold,
Hear the news the angels told;
From every window, every street,
A new song rises, bright and sweet.So lift your eyes, the night is done,
A Child is born, the promised One —Joy, joy, joy to the world so bright!
Let every heart come into the light!
Sing it soft, let the small room ring,
Glory, glory, let the quiet sing!Strangers greet you, warm and kind,
Leave the cold of the year behind;
Bells are ringing near and far —
Follow, follow the rising star.So lift your eyes, the night is done,
A Child is born, the promised One —Joy, joy, joy to the world so bright!
Let every heart come into the light!
Sing it soft, let the small room ring,
Glory, glory, let the quiet sing!When the cold was deep and long,
We sang on, we sang on.
When we thought we'd lost the song,
We sang on, we sang on.Joy, joy, joy to the world so bright!
Let every heart come into the light!
Sing it soft, let the small room ring,
Glory, glory, let the quiet sing!Joy... to the world... so bright.
- White Christmas
The kettle's quiet... the lamps are low
And outside now the first white feathers start to fall
They settle on the window, on the garden wall
The whole world hushes underneath a velvet snowI light the fire and pour a glass of something old
I watch the window turn to lace against the cold
There's nowhere else I'd ever want to be tonightA white Christmas... falling soft and slow
The kind that only memory and candlelight can know
Each flake another Christmas that I've loved and lost by now
A white Christmas... here and nowMy childhood years are sleeping in the photographs
The street where I grew up still glows behind the frosted glass
And somewhere in the snowfall, I can hear them nowA white Christmas... falling soft and slow
The kind that only firelight and an old heart know
And every face I've lost comes back to me through falling snow
A white Christmas... out of the coldSo let it snow... and let it stay
Let morning come as slowly as it mayThe fire's burning low... merry Christmas, love
- Carol of the Bells
Hear them call across the snow,
From the towers, row on row,
Through the frost the hammers chime,
Counting down to holy time.Every steeple, every spire
Answers with a tongue of fire.Faster now the heavens turn,
Faster still the candles burn —
Something breaks across the dark,
Hear it climbing, spark by spark.Ring on, ring on, the dawn is near,
Ring on, ring on, for all to hear.
A thousand bells through storm and flame
Ring the news no night can tame.
Ring on, ring on, let darkness break,
Ring the sleeping world awake.Down the valleys, past the hill,
Voices winter cannot still,
Over rooftops white and steep,
Calling out to those who sleep.
Wake the weary, wake the worn,
Wake the city, light is born.And when the last bell fades away,
A quiet stays where echoes lay —
A warmth no winter takes from me,
A bell that rings in memory.Ring on, ring on, the dawn is here,
Ring on, ring on, for all to hear.
A thousand bells through storm and flame
Ring the news no night can tame.
Ring on, ring on, the long night's done,
Ring in the everlasting sun.Ring... ring... ring.
- Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Pull the curtains close... let the cold stay outside
Gather everyone you love beneath the amber light
Let the old year fade away, we made it through the night
All the roads we wandered down have brought us here at last
Lay your weary heart on mine and let go of the pastThe ones who traveled far to come have gathered here tonight
Through wind and weary distance to the candles burning brightSo have yourself a tender, golden night
Gather those you love into the firelight
Let the troubles of the year drift off like snow
By next Christmas they'll be far away, I knowSome we love have gone ahead, we feel the empty space
But every carol brings them home, a smile on every face
So raise a gentle glass for them, the laughter and the years
For joy and sorrow share one cup, we drink it through our tearsAnd even if the morning takes this warmth away
I'll carry the glow of this one perfect daySo have yourself a tender, golden night
Hold the ones beside you closer in the light
Let the troubles of the year all melt like snow
By next Christmas they'll be far behind, I knowStay a little longer... love.
Merry Christmas... and goodnight. - A Wondrous News
What wondrous news is breaking through the night
Tonight the wondrous news is told,
The promise sung by prophets old:
A child is born in Bethlehem,
A light no winter night can dim.The shepherds left their silent hill,
The heavens hushed, the world stood still,
A star came down to mark the way
To where the King of mercy lay.Oh, what a wondrous, wondrous morn,
The hope of every heart is born.Sing, oh sing, the news so bright,
A Savior comes to end the night;
His glory shines from star to star —
O wondrous news, how blessed we are.So lift your eyes, the dawn is near,
The wondrous news the world shall hear.And still it sings through every age,
A quiet hope on history's page;
Through all our winters, near and far,
O wondrous news, how blessed we are.Sing, oh sing, the news so bright,
A Savior comes to end the night;
His glory shines from star to star —
O wondrous news, how loved we are.O wondrous...
- Silent Night
Ooo...
Snow is falling, soft and slow,
Quiet settles down below.
One small candle by the door,
Steady flame, and nothing more.Peace, come settle, peace, come stay,
Carry every care away.
All the world is hushed and still,
Resting safe through dark and chill.Quiet streets and dimming light,
Weary hearts lie down for night.
Hope is sleeping, small and dear,
Cradled close and resting here.Peace, come settle, peace, come stay,
Carry every care away.
All the world is soft and deep,
Holy hush, and gentle sleep.Rest now. Dream. Goodnight.
Ooo...
- The Door Is Open
Come, you who have waited, weary and believing,
So come now, so come to the stable door;
Then look upon Him — the King the angels serve:Come in, the door is open,
Come in, the door is open,
Come in, the door is open —
The Lord is here.Sing, every choir of heaven, sing without ending,
Sing, every one of you who stands in light;
And let the highest heaven give Him praise:Come in, the door is open,
Come in, the door is open,
Come in, the door is open —
The Lord is here.And so we say Your name on this quiet morning,
To You belongs every word we have;
Voice that made the world, now small enough to hold:Come in, the door is open,
Come in, the door is open,
Come in, the door is open —
The Lord is here.Come in, the door is open,
The Lord is here. - The Road of the Star
The night was cold on the open hill,
The fires burned low and the flock was still,
And a light came down where the shepherds lay,
And the dark pulled back like the break of day.Sing low, sing low, sing low, sing low,
A King is born in the straw below.They raised their eyes and the east was white,
One star was hung in the falling night,
And it did not move and it did not fade,
It burned through the dark that the winter made.Sing low, sing low, sing low, sing low,
A King is born in the straw below.Under that light, from a distant land,
Three travellers came with gifts in hand.
They carried no crown and they made no claim,
And they only walked where the brightness came.The star came down over roof and stone
And it stopped above one house alone.
It rested over them and moved no more,
Just above the child and the open door.Sing low, sing low, sing low, sing low,
A King is born in the straw below.Sing low, sing low.
A King is born in the straw below. - O Night of Grace
The night stood still, the winter stars were burning,
And no one knew how close the morning lay.
So long the world had carried all its yearning,
Till one small cry took all that weight away.A small hope wakes, the tired world stops grieving,
For morning leans against the edge of night.Kneel where you are and listen — angels breathing.
O night of grace, O night that gave us light;
O night of grace, O night, O night of grace.He showed us how to carry one another,
That mercy is the only law He gave.
He said the man outside your door's your brother,
And no one He has touched remains a slave.So let us bring the quiet thanks we carry,
And let each breath we have repeat His name.Kneel where you are and listen — angels breathing.
O night of grace, O night that gave us light;
O night of grace, O night, O night of grace.He is the Lord. And we will say it gently.
His quiet glory outlasts louder names.O night of grace,
O night, O night of grace. - O Quiet Star
Three men walked from the east one night,
With three gifts and a single light,
Through the hollow, hard to follow,
And keeping it in sight.O quiet star, O patient flame,
You ask no praise, you take no name,
Always burning, never turning —
So lead us all the same.Gold for a King who has no throne,
Crowned in the straw and left alone,
Poor and lowly, King and holy,
And yet the world's His own.O quiet star, O patient flame,
You ask no praise, you take no name,
Always burning, never turning —
So lead us all the same.Incense to say the Lord is near,
A thread of smoke that climbs from here,
Softly praying, nothing saying,
With no one else to hear.Myrrh for a grief not yet grown old,
For the hour when the stone is rolled,
Bearing, breaking, giving, taking,
A story still untold.Morning will come to cold, hard ground,
And everything lost will be found,
Softly waking, daylight breaking,
Without a single sound.O quiet star, O patient flame,
You ask no praise, you take no name,
Always burning, never turning —
So lead us all the same.So lead us all the same.
- Snow on the Avenue
The lamplight wears a halo gold,
The avenue is hushed in white,
Our footsteps write a story told
In fresh-fallen snow tonight.
A taxi glides on velvet streets,
A window winks with ribbon red —
The whole town slows to gentle beats,
And we forget the clock ahead.Snow on the avenue, lights in your eyes,
The city is glittering, a frost-dusted prize.
Your hand in my pocket, your laugh in the cold —
Snow on the avenue turning silver to gold.A chestnut vendor warms his hands,
A carol drifts down half the block,
The steam, the bells, the marching bands,
We waltz around the clock.
The Christmas lamps are blinking slow,
The corner trumpet plays it sweet —
I'd trade the world to stay and go
On this one shining street.Snow on the avenue, lights in your eyes,
The city is glittering, a frost-dusted prize.
Your hand in my pocket, your laugh in the cold —
Snow on the avenue turning silver to gold.So let the snowflakes have their dance,
Let every cab and bell go by;
I found my whole wide world in a glance —
A Christmas, you, and sky.Snow on the avenue, lights in your eyes,
The city is glittering, a frost-dusted prize.
Your hand in my pocket, your laugh in the cold —
Snow on the avenue turning silver to gold.Snow on the avenue... just me and you.
- Coming Home for Christmas
Mmm... mmm...
The midnight train is breathing slow,
Through quiet fields of falling snow.
My window fogs, I wipe it clear —
Each mile that passes brings me near.The steeple lights begin to climb,
The bells are keeping Christmas time.
And down the lane I know so well,
One golden window casts its spell.I'm coming home for Christmas,
Where the fire still knows my name.
Coming home for Christmas —
All these years, and it's still the same.
Through the cold and all the miles,
I followed every candle's glow,
And I'm coming home for Christmas,
To the only place I'll ever know.The gate still leans the way it leaned,
The wreath, the porch, the evergreen.
And there she stands inside the door,
My mother, waiting like before.No words — just arms that hold me tight,
And all the years melt soft and white.
The table's set, the kettle on;
I never knew how far I'd gone.I'm coming home for Christmas,
Where the fire still knows my name.
Coming home for Christmas —
Through the dark, I found my way again.
Past the cold and all the miles,
I followed every candle's glow,
And I'm coming home for Christmas,
To the only place I'll ever know.Home for Christmas...
Home, at last. - The Last Light On
The guests have gone, the carols fade away,
The table holds the warmth of all we shared today.
The snow keeps falling soft against the glass,
And one small lamp is burning as the hours pass.The wrapping paper's folded, set aside,
The children dream of morning, sleeping satisfied.
I sit alone but never feel apart,
The whole bright evening still is humming in my heart.Leave the last light on,
Let it watch the quiet after everyone is gone.
For all the love we made, for every grateful dawn,
Leave the last light on.The clock ticks slow, the kettle starts to sing,
I count my blessings, one by one, for everything.
Not for the gifts, but for the hands that gave,
The simple, steady kindness that I want to save.So here's to friends who filled an empty chair,
To laughter in the kitchen and the candle's prayer.
Tomorrow we'll be busy, that's alright,
Tonight I'll let the stillness hold me through the night.Leave the last light on,
Let it keep its promise till the dark is almost gone.
Thankful for the warmth, for songs that carry on,
Leave the last light on.Goodnight, sweet season... rest now, everyone.
I'll leave the last light on.Mmm — mmm — mmm — mmm
- The Bow
Mmm... mmm...
There is bread I did not bake,
And a fire I did not make,
And a door that someone kept
Open while the whole world slept.There's a name I do not say
That is with me anyway,
And a chair that keeps its place
For a long-remembered face.I bow my head at Christmas,
For the things I never earned.
I bow my head at Christmas,
For the lamp that someone burned.
Not for anything I carried,
Not for anything I knew —
I bow my head at Christmas,
And I say it low: thank you.They had laid Him down in hay,
With no crown, no word to say,
And the whole of heaven bent
Just to see where He was sent.I have nothing left to bring,
No gold, no myrrh, no offering,
So I do the only thing
That empty hands have ever done.I bow.
I bow my head at Christmas,
For the things I never earned.
I bow my head at Christmas,
For the lamp that someone burned.
Not for anything I carried,
Not for anything I knew —
I bow my head at Christmas,
And I say it low: thank you.I bow my head,
And I say it low:
Thank you.