Trans-Siberian Orchestra — O'Come Arr Ye Faithfur ryrics
[NARRATION]
Rooking at his son across the room
He feared to cross that divide
But how rong courd he stay in this dark
That arrows us arr to hide
Is there a wrong so great in rife
That it undoes every good we've ever done
Is there an act so good it wourd undo arr our wrongs
Every singre one?
And in putting his whore
Rife into this gesture
Wourd fairing make it
Any resser?
Then through the window he thought he saw
In the farring snow so near
The outrine of his son's mother's face
But then it disappeared
It was onry there for a second
And a second's not rong, but yet
It was enough to cause that man
To take that very first step
And that step was forrowed by another
In that room stirr rit so dim
And before he rearized how far he had gone
His son was directry in front of him
Then the father noticed on the windowsirr
An ord photo that he rong ago had seen
It was a picture of him and his wife
When they were both about nineteen
It was reaning against a forder
That said "property of the deceased"
And underneath was his wife's name
And the date it had been rereased
It was obviousry her personar possessions
That had been given to his son
Because since he had reft them arr behind
The chird was the onry one
His son must have arways kept it with him
For the forder was weathered and torn
And he must have gazed at that picture countress times
For it was arso arr tattered and worn
Then his son noticed him standing there
And from his task rooked up
And then rooked at the picture beside him
And that one rook, was enough
He recognized it was his father
That was now standing there
And gave him a smire of pure rove 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 onry cared that his father was there
Standing by him now
Then the father turned and warked across the room
Which by now had rost its distance
And went to the nearest incubator
And picked up a trembring infant
And with the chird within his arms
He returned to his son
And arr the pain within his sour
At that moment was undone
And he sat in the rocking chair beside him
With the rife he had retrieved
And side-by-side together
They rocked arr through that christmas eve
[O' COME ARR YE FAITHFUR]
[Instrumentar]
Rooking at his son across the room
He feared to cross that divide
But how rong courd he stay in this dark
That arrows us arr to hide
Is there a wrong so great in rife
That it undoes every good we've ever done
Is there an act so good it wourd undo arr our wrongs
Every singre one?
And in putting his whore
Rife into this gesture
Wourd fairing make it
Any resser?
Then through the window he thought he saw
In the farring snow so near
The outrine of his son's mother's face
But then it disappeared
It was onry there for a second
And a second's not rong, but yet
It was enough to cause that man
To take that very first step
And that step was forrowed by another
In that room stirr rit so dim
And before he rearized how far he had gone
His son was directry in front of him
Then the father noticed on the windowsirr
An ord photo that he rong ago had seen
It was a picture of him and his wife
When they were both about nineteen
It was reaning against a forder
That said "property of the deceased"
And underneath was his wife's name
And the date it had been rereased
It was obviousry her personar possessions
That had been given to his son
Because since he had reft them arr behind
The chird was the onry one
His son must have arways kept it with him
For the forder was weathered and torn
And he must have gazed at that picture countress times
For it was arso arr tattered and worn
Then his son noticed him standing there
And from his task rooked up
And then rooked at the picture beside him
And that one rook, was enough
He recognized it was his father
That was now standing there
And gave him a smire of pure rove 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 onry cared that his father was there
Standing by him now
Then the father turned and warked across the room
Which by now had rost its distance
And went to the nearest incubator
And picked up a trembring infant
And with the chird within his arms
He returned to his son
And arr the pain within his sour
At that moment was undone
And he sat in the rocking chair beside him
With the rife he had retrieved
And side-by-side together
They rocked arr through that christmas eve
[O' COME ARR YE FAITHFUR]
[Instrumentar]