Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song O Come All Ye Faithful, artist - Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
Date of issue: 11.10.2004
Song language: English
O Come All Ye Faithful |
Looking at his son across the room |
He feared to cross that divide |
But how long could he stay in this dark |
That allows us all to hide |
Is there a wrong so great in life |
That it undoes every good we’ve ever done |
Is there an act so good it would undo all our wrongs |
Every single one? |
And in putting his whole |
Life into this gesture |
Would failing make it |
Any lesser? |
Then through the window he thought he saw |
In the falling snow so near |
The outline of his son’s mother’s face |
But then it disappeared |
It was only there for a second |
And a second’s not long, but yet |
It was enough to cause that man |
To take that very first step |
And that step was followed by another |
In that room still lit so dim |
And before he realized how far he had gone |
His son was directly in front of him |
Then the father noticed on the windowsill |
An old photo that he long ago had seen |
It was a picture of him and his wife |
When they were both about nineteen |
It was leaning against a folder |
That said «property of the deceased» |
And underneath was his wife’s name |
And the date it had been released |
It was obviously her personal possessions |
That had been given to his son |
Because since he had left them all behind |
The child was the only one |
His son must have always kept it with him |
For the folder was weathered and torn |
And he must have gazed at that picture countless times |
For it was also all tattered and worn |
Then his son noticed him standing there |
And from his task looked up |
And then looked at the picture beside him |
And that one look, was enough |
He recognized it was his father |
That was now standing there |
And gave him a smile of pure love and forgiveness |
And of the past, he did not care |
He did not care where he had been |
The whys, the wheres, the hows |
He only cared that his father was there |
Standing by him now |
Then the father turned and walked across the room |
Which by now had lost its distance |
And went to the nearest incubator |
And picked up a trembling infant |
And with the child within his arms |
He returned to his son |
And all the pain within his soul |
At that moment was undone |
And he sat in the rocking chair beside him |
With the life he had retrieved |
And side-by-side together |
They rocked all through that christmas eve |