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Trans Siberian Orchestra Christmas Eve And Other Stories

IT BECKONS TO STRANGERS AND THEY ALWAYS COME IN AND THE SNOW IT WAS FALLING THE NEON WAS CALLING THE MUSIC WAS LOW AND THE NIGHT CHRISTMAS EVE AND HERE

... To fall... To fall... [2.] Merry Christmas Merry, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas Merry, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas Merry, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas Merry, Merry Christmas

Paul O'Neill, Tchaikovsky] [Instrumental] THEN HE ASKED A VILLAGE PEASANT WHAT DO RUSSIAN HEARTS DESIRE HE ANSWERED PEACE ON EARTH, OF COURSE AND A

a stream Where a mother holds her newborn And the child begins to dream And he dreams of hopes unspoken When the tears of man will cease And his mother

[Music: Paul O'Neill, Robert Kinkel, Jon Oliva] [Instrumental] AS HE FLEW OVER THE COUNTRYSIDE HE WAS STILL LISTENING WHEN FROM A LITTLE CHURCH BELOW

AND HE SAID IT'S TIME THAT HE SHOULD LEAVE BYT MAY GOD KEEP AND PROTECT YOU THIS AND EVERY CHRISTMAS EVE THEN HE LEFT THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR AND I RAN

can see That the dreams we find in life Are the dreams we tend to seek And Christmas has its promises to keep Christmas time And the moments just beginning

have known that then I just know you're far away On this Christmas day On this Christmas day On this Christmas... Come, Christmas Stay, Christmas Watch