Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Child Is This? , by - Trans-Siberian Orchestra. Release date: 11.10.2004
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Child Is This? , by - Trans-Siberian Orchestra. What Child Is This? |
| The old man stood there thinking |
| While staring in that old toy shop |
| With its carousel still turning round |
| In front of a music box clock |
| For what good’s a clock without a chime |
| A useless thing that just keeps time |
| Recording moments that come and leave |
| But this clock’s chimes struck midnight |
| Upon a lost christmas eve |
| And when the final chime had spoken |
| And the twelfth bell had finally rung |
| The indecision in the father was broken |
| He now knew what had to be done |
| So he got into a yellow cab |
| And prayed that it might lead |
| Through all this snow and streetlight glow |
| To a past he might retrieve |
| When the taxi dropped him off |
| At the boarding house hotel |
| It was a rundown building |
| With a musty, rundown smell |
| And he asked for his son |
| From the hotel’s night desk clerk |
| Who said his son was not there |
| He was not back from work |
| When the father said that was impossible |
| The clerk replied, «i'm not here to debate |
| But he works at the hospital, just down the block |
| If you want you can sit here and wait |
| But he never returns till real late» |
| Then the father tried asking another question |
| But the clerk went back to watching his tv |
| Which was also playing, «how the grinch stole christmas» |
| And the father mused, «this movie has no sympathy, |
| Well, at least not when it comes down to me» |
| Once outside he saw the hospital’s entrance |
| And went to information by the front door |
| Who confirmed that his son had a job there |
| And worked up on the seventh floor |
| So he took the elevator up to that floor |
| Which was marked «maternity» |
| And the man knew in his heart that this was a mistake |
| For his son working here could not be |
| But the nurse on duty reconfirmed that he did |
| And since her rounds were about to begin |
| If he would like to follow her |
| She would gladly take the father to him |
| So he followed her to a large dark room |
| That to him seemed unusually empty |
| Except for several incubators glowing on the right |
| Each with a trembling baby |
| These infants were all extremely frail |
| And obviously in incredible pain |
| And this sight cut deep into that father’s soul |
| And he asked the nurse, please, to explain |
| «these children were born to mothers |
| Who were addicted to crack cocaine |
| And these children are born in complete withdrawal |
| For that drug is still deep in their veins |
| We can give them no other drugs to ease their withdrawals |
| Since they are born premature and quite frail |
| And any form of pain killer |
| Could easily cause their small hearts to fail" |
| «and what does my son do here?» |
| The father asked, «he is not a patient, i assume» |
| The nurse did not say a single word |
| But nodded to the far left corner of the room |
| And there the father saw his son |
| Who looked like himself when he was a younger man |
| Rocking back and forth in a rocking chair |
| A trembling infant held in his hands |
| And in his arms the child did not cry |
| But slept to silent lullabies |
| And his son rocked that newborn back and forth |
| Until finally, a dream was caught |
| But still at his rocking, his son faithfully kept |
| Till that poor child’s trembling had also, finally, left |
| Then the nurse whispered softly |
| Into the father’s ear |
| Something that a blind man could see |
| But the father needed to hear |
| Whispered to him in this room |
| Filled with mankind’s misbegotten |
| Something that the father had known once |
| But somehow had forgotten |
| She said, «it is this way with each of us |
| We all need to be held, at least twice |
| Once upon the day that we are born |
| And once more when we leave this life |
| Your son has been coming to this place |
| Since as long as i’ve been working here |
| He’s never missed a single day |
| In nearly twenty years |
| He always arrives promptly on time |
| But a time card he does not keep |
| For he never leaves this maternity room |
| Until every last child is asleep" |
| Then the nurse noticed the father |
| Trying to choke back the things he now felt |
| So mentioning she had to continue her rounds |
| She quietly excused herself |
| So he was now alone in the darkness |
| Between the past and future caught |
| Not knowing what to do |
| As his mind flooded with so many thoughts |
| Some beauty comes too early |
| While its moment never waits |
| And some beauty is always there |
| But never seen, till it’s too late |
| Look! |
| there is a moment |
| It has just slipped away |
| And so we lose our lives |
| In such ordinary ways |
| Where do we get our dreams from? |
| Where do we get our faith? |
| Is it something that we are born with |
| Or is it something for which we must wait? |
| The mist of things we once believed |
| The childhood truths for which we grieve |
| And in our lives could we have missed |
| Those that in the dark, the angels kiss |
| What child is this |
| Who laid to rest |
| That i now find here sleeping? |
| Do angels keep the dreams we seek |
| While our hearts lie bleeding? |
| Could this be christ the king |
| Whose every breath the angels bring? |
| Could this be the face of god, this child, the son i once carried? |
| What child is this |
| Who is so blessed he changes all tomorrows? |
| Replacing tears with reborn years |
| In hearts once dark and hollow |
| Could this be christ the king |
| Whose every breath the angels bring? |
| Could this be the face of god, this child, the son i once carried? |
| In the dead of the night |
| As his life slips away |
| As he reads by the light |
| Of a star faraway |
| Holding on |
| Holding off |
| Holding out |
| Holding in |
| Could you be this old |
| And have your life just begin? |
| Reading by the light of a lost christmas day |
| It begins |
| Reading by the light of a lost christmas day |
| Tell me how many times can this story be told |
| After all of these years it should all sound so old |
| But it somehow rings true in the back of my mind |
| As i search for a dream that words can no longer define |
| Reading by the light of a lost christmas day |
| And the time |
| Reading by the light of a lost christmas day |
| And the time and the years |
| And the tears and the cost |
| And the hopes and the dreams |
| Of each child that is lost |
| And the whisper of wings |
| In the cold winter’s air |
| As the snow it comes down |
| And visions appear everywhere |
| Reading by the light of a lost christmas day |
| In the air |
| Reading by the light of a lost christmas day |
| In the dead of the night |
| As his life slips away |
| As he reads by the light |
| Of a star faraway |
| Holding on |
| Holding off |
| Holding out |
| Holding in |
| Could you be this old |
| And have your life just begin |
| Reading by the light of a lost christmas day |
| It begins |
| Reading by the light of a lost christmas day |
| It begins |
| Reading by the light of a lost christmas day |
| It begins |
| Reading by the light of a lost christmas day |
| It begins |
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