| When the snow falls on Christmas Eve
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| And everything’s white
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| I sit by the window
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| And remember another night
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| When Mama played the organ
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| And we turned off all the lights
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| And we all stood around her
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| And sang Silent Night
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| The organ is quiet now
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| And Mama’s gone
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| The sound of that Christmas Eve
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| Will live on and on
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| We sang all the old carols
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| The hymns she loved to hear
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| And she played them over, one by one
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| From memory, and by ear
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| And then she’d find the ancient album
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| With its pages turned gold
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| And the crayon-colored paper star
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| I made so long ago
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| But brighter than any star
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| Was the love in Mama’s eyes
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| As she said, «Merry Christmas, kids»
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| And she kissed us goodnight
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| And the organ’s quiet now
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| And Mama’s gone
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| But the sound of that Christmas Eve
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| Will live on and on
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| The years have gone by now
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| Since that last Christmas Eve
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| But the joy is still with me
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| And the love will never leave
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| When Mama played the organ
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| And we turned off all the lights
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| And we all stood together
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| And sang the last Silent Night |