We’ve lost our fathers.
\nWe’ve lost our mothers.
\nWe didn’t quite think it would be this hard
\nto endure the christmas time.<\/p>\n

We’ve lost our siblings.
\nWe’ve lost our children.
\nWe didn’t quite think it would be this hard
\nto endure the christmas time.<\/p>\n

Who can defeat the time we live in?
\nWho can defeat the time we die in?
\nWhere shall we go
\nwith all the memories of you
\nin the christmas time?<\/p>\n

We’ve lost our story
\nand we’ve lost our glory.
\nWe didn’t quite think it would be this hard
\nto endure the christmas time<\/p>\n

Who can defeat the time we live in?
\nWho can defeat the time we die in?
\nWhere shall we go
\nwith all the memories of you
\nin the christmas time?<\/p>\n

So we carry our heavy load lights
\nand hang them on the tree
\nand we didn’t quite think they could shine so bright
\nso bright
\nin this christmas time…<\/p>\n

You know I’ve been homeless
\nthat my heart was i shreds
\nthat my heart was mended when
\nyou said “your home can be where I am”<\/p>\n

A permanent winter
\nhad taken over the land of my heart
\nyour words were a summer breeze b
\nlowing over my frozen grounds<\/p>\n

oh oh oh oh
\nI could go anywhere with you!
\nI could go anywhere with you!<\/p>\n

so I’ll try to dance it
\nthough I’m a horrible dancer
\nsing it and shout it
\nfrom every snowlit rooftop<\/p>\n

I could go anywhere with you!
\nI could go anywhere with you!<\/p>\n

I was covered in darkness when you came
\nI was covered in darkness when you came
\nwhen you came and said \u201dcome see my world,
\nit is luminous!\u201d<\/p>\n

oh oh oh oh oh
\nI could go anywhere with you!
\nI could go anywhere with you!
\nI could go anywhere with you!
\nI could go anywhere with you!<\/p>\n

Christmas is here
\nbut what do you care anyway
\n\u201dwar isn\u2019t over at all\u201d, you say,
\nand walk away
\nand blind as a bat
\nyou \ufb01re your echo at
\nthe holy, bloody Mary<\/p>\n

and all you sing to salute your king
\nis bye bye lullabye-byes
\nbye bye lullabyebye
\nno blackbirds sing in the dead of night<\/p>\n

christmas is here
\nbut what do you care anyway
\nyou say your heart was taken and given away
\nand blind as a bat
\nyou \ufb01re your echo at
\nthe holy, bloody Mary<\/p>\n

and all you sing to salute your king
\nis byebyelullabyebyes
\nno blackbirds sing in the dead of night
\nall your black birds
\nhave died overnight<\/p>\n

open your eyes! Watch the sky turn white!
\nOh, dear friend, come to my house again..<\/p>\n

Because you are still here
\nand I\u2019m still there for you
\nand christmas is here
\nand swans appear
\nlike snow in the air
\nand suddenly we hear:
\nthe kingdom is near
\nchristmas is here
\nthe kingdom is near
\nchristmas is here
\nthe kingdom is near
\nchristmas is here
\nthe kingdom is near<\/p>\n

The boy in the manger
\ntook form as our savior
\nin nothing but hay, there<\/p>\n

Hey there
\ncome on in
\ncome on in
\nbehold, what is to begin<\/p>\n

He lay in his mothers womb
\nhis eyes were like lost balloons
\nthinking of darkened tombs<\/p>\n

Hey you
\nCome on in
\ncome on in
\nbehold what is to begin..<\/p>\n

and suddenly he spoke the word
\nof giving heaven back to earth
\nand giving meaning to the absurd
\nhe held his breath and spoke again
\nof giving Abel back to Cain
\nhis blood had not been spilled in vain<\/p>\n

Hey, Cain
\ncome on in
\ncome on in
\nbehold what is to begin..<\/p>\n

He spoke of being left alone
\nbeat, whipped, stripped to the bone
\nand of that he had another home<\/p>\n

come on in
\ncome on in
\ncome on in
\nbehold what is to begin<\/p>\n

The boy in the manger
\ntook form as our savior
\nin nothing but hay, there
\nhey there
\ncome on in
\ncome on in
\nbehold what is to begin<\/p>\n

We used to meet in the cemetery as the church bells rang
\nall our weary christmas sorrows
\ndissolved when we sang “wish you were here”.<\/p>\n

I wish you were here as the church bells ring,
\nall my weary christmas sorrows come to me when I sing:<\/p>\n

Babe, I know
\nBaby, I know that you’ve walked on your own<\/p>\n

Babe, I know,
\nBaby, I know that you’ve walked on your own<\/p>\n

I don’t know I, I really don’t know what happened back then
\nbut when I see these same old snow covered grounds<\/p>\n

I know I’m back again.<\/p>\n

Babe, I know
\nBaby, I know that you’ve walked on your own Babe, I know,
\nBaby, I know that you’ve walked on your own<\/p>\n

So would you rejoice in christmas hope once again with me
\nand put a light on our tree?
\nand turn our weary christmas sorrows
\ninto a year of jubilee?<\/p>\n

Babe, you know
\nBaby, you know that I’ve walked on my own Babe, you know
\nBaby, you know that I’ve walked on my own.<\/p>\n

Finally.
\nWinter got to me.
\nI had shut it out wouldn’t let go
\nwouldn’t go down
\nwouldn’t let it get to me.<\/p>\n

In a wintery cemetery
\nthe crispy air feels so real
\nso unreal the path to go nine feet below.<\/p>\n

Oh how we sang to honour him
\nThe Crusader’s Hymn
\nabout summer time
\nand eternal sunshine
\nfrom the divine
\nwho makes a woeful heart to sing
\nThe Crusader’s Hymn
\nabout summertime
\nand eternal sunshine
\nfrom the devine
\nwho can rewind
\nwho can make a woeful heart to sing<\/p>\n

Winter bird, sing,
\nsing me a song about n\u00f6el!<\/p>\n

Sing about the Nazarene
\nand his treasures in gold and myrrh.<\/p>\n

If I could sing, I would sing but I’m silently sighing<\/p>\n

Sing and let your song be comfort and joy, comfort and joy<\/p>\n

\u201dOh! Good tidings I bring
\nto you about a newborn king!
\nThe glorious wonders of all things
\nis hidden in his voice
\nhis eyes are forever shining wildly!\u201d<\/p>\n

Colour bird paint
\npaint me an image of n\u00f6el! Paint the people
\nwho heard the heavenly choir!<\/p>\n

If I could see, I would paint, but I’m slowly blinding.<\/p>\n

Paint and let your strokes be comfort and joy, comfort and joy!<\/p>\n

\u201dOh! Good Tidings I bring
\nto you about a newborn king!
\nThe glorious wonders of all things
\nis hidden in his hands,
\nhis hands,
\nno one can understand:
\nthe child, the man, the godly the Son of Man, the Holy<\/p>\n

is gathered in one.\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh to \ufb01nd warmth in a month like December
\noh to \ufb01nd people who gather and sing
\noh to \ufb01nd love in the red coloured ribbons
\noh to \ufb01nd joy in the eyes that belong to you<\/p>\n

Immanuel the lord is with us
\nImmanuel the lord is come
\nImmanuel the lord is with us,
\nthe holiest, holiest One<\/p>\n

oh to \ufb01nd peace in a place that is quiet
\noh to \ufb01nd winter is changing to spring
\noh to \ufb01nd out that the way out is homewards
\noh to \ufb01nd home in the eyes that belong to you<\/p>\n

Immanuel the lord is with us
\nImmanuel the lord is come
\nImmanuel the lord is with us,
\nthe holiest, holiest One<\/p>\n

oh to \ufb01nd peace in a name that is written
\noh to \ufb01nd hope in a name now forgotten
\noh to \ufb01nd everything else of no matter if
\nI can be found in the eyes that belong to you<\/p>\n

Immanuel the lord is with us
\nImmanuel the lord is come
\nImmanuel the lord is with us,
\nthe holiest, holiest
\nImmanuel the lord is with us
\nImmanuel the lord is come
\nImmanuel the lord is with us,
\nthe holiest, holiest One!<\/p>\n

we knew you would come
\nwhen we saw that spring had begun.
\nEverywhere downy leaves
\non branches that shot from the roots of the trees.
\nWe knew you would stay
\nwhen we felt summer coming our way.
\nFrail summer dresses of linen
\nand cool lemonade.
\nWe knew you would leave
\nwhen autumn winds stole all our leaves.
\nThe final floral sigh
\nof everything we had believed in.
\nUh, where are you going, sun?
\nWhere have you gone?<\/p>\n

I went to the silent asylum
\nthere was a sight to behold there in a pen
\nlay a mother
\nholding her babe newborn.<\/p>\n

Hence, I asked, wearied by travel
\n\u201dwhat is the name of the child?\u201d<\/p>\n

Not with her tongue,
\nnot in language,
\nshe countered with eyes so mild:<\/p>\n

\u201dThe Everlasting Father!
\nWonderful Counselor!
\nConundrum of the Heavens!
\nParadox of the Earth!
\nA Promise to all Nations!
\nA Fountain of Light!
\nThe Everlasting Father!
\nWonderful Counselor!\u201d<\/p>\n

Holy Holy Night!
\nHark! The Herald Angels sing:
\nGlory to the new born king!
\nHello, my dear,
\ncome nearer!
\nHark! The Herald Angels sing:
\nGlory to the newborn king!
\nHello, my dear, come nearer.<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s forget that we are frozen
\nlike winter soil, oh, we are bound
\njust for tonight we are holy
\non this holy night!<\/p>\n

Hark! The Herald Angels sing:
\nGlory to the new born king
\nhello, my dear,
\ncome nearer.
\nThere must be some more joy in me
\nthan winter eyes have let me see..
\ncome near to me..<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s forget that we are broken
\nlike shattered glass, we re\ufb02ect the moon
\njust for tonight we are holy,
\nholy night!<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s recall that we are humans
\nwho weren\u2019t meant for solitude
\nand like our eyes the skies are open
\non this holy night!<\/p>\n

Hark! the Herald Angels sing
\n\u201cglory to the newborn king
\nhello, my dear come near to me and sing
\nuncomplicated christmas songs
\ncome along,
\nJust hum along!<\/p>\n

\u2026while the snow slowly covers me
\nand whitens everything I see:
\nI put out my tongue to taste the time.<\/p>\n

It feels like a \ufb01re, a white, white \ufb01re..
\nMy summer-red blood is still boiling inside me
\nkeeping my body as warm
\nas your skin in my memory<\/p>\n

It feels like a \ufb01re, a white, white \ufb01re..<\/p>\n

It\u2019s ok, I can still grow old
\nenough to know
\nthat winter carries a seed in its womb<\/p>\n

and as I grow like a sprout in the spring-ready soil
\nunder the snow that now covers me wholly<\/p>\n

I think: \u201cNow is the time
\nto celebrate what is, and what is to come,
\nto celebrate what is, and what is to come\u201d<\/p>\n

It feels like a \ufb01re, a white winter \ufb01re!<\/p>\n

Come, stand in the snow with me!
\nput your tongue out and burn with me!
\ncome, celebrate what is, and what is to come
\ncome, celebrate what is, and what is to come
\ncome, celebrate what is, and what is to come<\/p>\n

and let the white world know
\nthat we have nothing
\nlet the white world know
\nthat we have nothing
\nto fear<\/p>\n

It’s December again
\nlet’s hope New Year will bring
\nstrength to our weakened bodies, my friend.
\nBent down by the battle
\nof the unsaid
\nlet’s thrust all our worries
\nunto stronger shoulders.
\nLet’s say it is time
\nto mend what was broken
\nto lay down the knives
\nand let go of the wrath.
\nLet’s say it is possible
\nto stay together
\njust to be
\nand to come home.
\nLet’s say we were wrong about each other
\nwhen we said otherwise;
\nlet’s kiss and make love!<\/p>\n

Now I have said
\nwhat I had to say.
\nI stand naked before you.
\nI’ll stand and I’ll stay.<\/p>\n