Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Child Is This?, artist - Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
Date of issue: 11.10.2004
Song language: English
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 |