Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Lost Christmas Eve, artist - Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
Date of issue: 11.10.2004
Song language: English
The Lost Christmas Eve |
Another year has come and past |
Like moments through an hourglass |
And at the end of this year’s trail |
An offering, a final tale |
Of love, long lost |
And then refound |
And the child by which |
Those dreams were bound |
Of a dusty hotel |
That was long past old |
And the shadows and the memories |
Its hallways still hold |
For things that are old |
Have the best tales to tell |
And usually, |
They tell them well |
And so it’s here, my dear children |
That our story truly starts |
When the lord sent once more to the earth |
An angel, with a childlike heart |
And on this night his mission was |
To find somewhere on this earth |
That human that best reflected his son |
And carried on his work |
And since this mission from his lord |
Had to be completed on this one night |
The angel quickly unfolded his wings |
And towards the earth took flight |
And this night, in case you have not guessed |
Was once more christmas eve |
When snow and light and angels' flights |
All together weave |
But of the angel’s instructions |
There was one thing more |
That would make this journey to the earth |
Harder than all the ones before |
For the lord had also told the angel |
That he could only use his wings twice this christmas eve |
Once when he descended to the earth |
And once more when he would leave |
(not unlike ourselves some think, |
Or at least so i believe) |
Now this put quite a complication |
In what the angel planned |
For now he had to choose most carefully |
Exactly where he would land |
He needed to find a single place |
That would represent all mankind |
But humans were such a varied lot |
Such a place would surely be hard to find |
A single place where there would be |
Humans of every race and creed |
The rich and poor, the thrilled and bored |
The failures with those who succeed |
But after a few moments |
Carefully placed in thought |
The answer appeared in the angel’s mind |
The city called new york |
And as he neared that city |
Where all those souls did dwell |
He felt himself being drawn towards |
An old, rundown hotel |
For in a city that usually had |
Guards at nearly every single door |
This one just had a sign that said «vacancies, |
There is always room for one more» |
Now why the angel decided to stop there |
He could not quite say the reason |
But he thought the sign upon that hotel |
Somehow fit the sentiment of this season |
Now even after all these years |
The building was still a work of art |
And though some facade had crumbled here and there |
Most still had their parts |
The walls were made of granite |
Not aluminum or steel |
And every pillar and ballistrade |
Still had its artist’s feel |
Every gutter had a gargoyle |
Every gargoyle had its wings |
For angels can appreciate |
Other flying things |
So he landed on a cathedral roof |
Across the street from that hotel |
And looked down upon the world below |
Where all those souls did dwell |
And sitting on that rooftop |
With his friend the winter wind |
He gazed carefully at that scene below |
As he slowly took it in |
On a street in the night |
In the cold winter’s light |
A child stands alone and she’s waiting |
And the light that’s out there |
It just hangs in the air |
As if it was just hesitating |
And the snow it comes down |
And it muffles the sound |
Of dreams on their way to tomorrow |
And when they appear |
This night will hold them near |
For where they will lead |
She will follow |
For here in this city of lights |
This evening awakens |
The dreams that it might |
The winter it conjures |
The spells it will weave |
The snow gently covers the ground |
Christmas eve |
In this scene |
On this night |
There’s an ancient hotel |
Where shadows they do tend to wander |
And the ghosts that live here |
Hold each moment so dear |
For time’s not a thing one should squander |
And they recount their sand |
As it runs through their hand |
And examine each moment for meaning |
It can be wished upon |
Till the moment it’s gone |
Like day disappears into evening |
For here in this city of lights |
This evening awakens |
The dreams that it might |
The winter it conjures |
The moment is seized |
The snow gently covers the ground |
Christmas eve |
Merry christmas |
Merry christmas |
Merry christmas |
Merry christmas |
Christmas |
Christmas |
Christmas |
Christmas |
Through this night |
The dream still wanders |
As it was meant to be |
And every year this night grows fonder |
Of children and circumstance |
Caught in this childhood dance |
As the world turns around |
Keeping dreams on the ground |
Windows of frosted ice |
Prisming candlelight |
And somehow we |
Start to believe |
In the night and the dream |
As it cuts through the noise |
With the whisper of snow |
As it starts to deploy |
In the depths of a night |
That’s about to begin |
With the feeling of snow |
As it melts on your skin |
And it covers the land |
With a dream so intense |
That it returns us all |
To a child’s innocence |
And then what you’d thought lost |
And could never retrieve |
Is suddenly there to be found |
On christmas eve |
On christmas eve |
On christmas… |