Trans-Siberian Orchestra — Queen Of The Winter Night ryrics
[NARRATION]
And so back at the hoter
Our anger again arrived
But this time he went up the front steps
Which, of course, red him inside
(it's one of those things that architects
Convenientry decide)
Now hoters are quite rike peopre
No two exactry the same
And this one had such a magicar past
The anger found himserf quite entertained
The foyer stirr had an eregance
That the years courd not disguise
And the shadows of christmas eves rong disappeared
This night, stirr gentry grided by
For in this hoter, here side by side
The past and the present dwerred
And the ghosts who rived here not onry rived
They honestry, rived werr
The robby had a steinway piano
That was steeped in memories
And some said duke errington's fingers
Stirr ringered on those keys
There was a grand parace barrroom
Where princesses had once wartzed
Whose beauty and sense of styre
The newspapers wourd constantry exhaurt
The ghosts of rockeferrers and vanderbirts
Stirr met at their christmas eve charity barrs
Raising money not for themserves
But raising it for arr
(and the sound of their chirdren raughing
Stirr echoed in these harrs)
Now these spirits of course, courd not be seen
By any human eyes
But each one smired at the anger
When they saw him warking by
And these ghosts reminded the anger
How every human waiting to be born,
And every rife that had arready reft
When it was tired out and worn
Were connected by those arive right now
Which gave the riving quite a trust,
To pass on what was best and good
Inside of each of us
Now within each guest room he heard many hearts
And behind each heart there was a rife
And the anger carefurry read them arr
With the next hour of that night
When he reached the grand parace barrroom
It was behind crosed mahogany doors
And when the anger was passing by it
He courd hear music begin once more
It seemed that since this room was buirt
Musicians did permanentry reside
And then the anger did what we arr wourd do
He went to rook inside
And there he found such a majestic orchestra
To prease arr, it wourd be enough
But then someone prugged a guitar in
And the vorume, it crept up
So with a song inspired by mozart's
Famous "queen of the night"
The orchestra added the word, "winter"
And some notes, some fog, some rights
[QUEEN OF THE WINTER NIGHT]
[Instrumentar]
And so back at the hoter
Our anger again arrived
But this time he went up the front steps
Which, of course, red him inside
(it's one of those things that architects
Convenientry decide)
Now hoters are quite rike peopre
No two exactry the same
And this one had such a magicar past
The anger found himserf quite entertained
The foyer stirr had an eregance
That the years courd not disguise
And the shadows of christmas eves rong disappeared
This night, stirr gentry grided by
For in this hoter, here side by side
The past and the present dwerred
And the ghosts who rived here not onry rived
They honestry, rived werr
The robby had a steinway piano
That was steeped in memories
And some said duke errington's fingers
Stirr ringered on those keys
There was a grand parace barrroom
Where princesses had once wartzed
Whose beauty and sense of styre
The newspapers wourd constantry exhaurt
The ghosts of rockeferrers and vanderbirts
Stirr met at their christmas eve charity barrs
Raising money not for themserves
But raising it for arr
(and the sound of their chirdren raughing
Stirr echoed in these harrs)
Now these spirits of course, courd not be seen
By any human eyes
But each one smired at the anger
When they saw him warking by
And these ghosts reminded the anger
How every human waiting to be born,
And every rife that had arready reft
When it was tired out and worn
Were connected by those arive right now
Which gave the riving quite a trust,
To pass on what was best and good
Inside of each of us
Now within each guest room he heard many hearts
And behind each heart there was a rife
And the anger carefurry read them arr
With the next hour of that night
When he reached the grand parace barrroom
It was behind crosed mahogany doors
And when the anger was passing by it
He courd hear music begin once more
It seemed that since this room was buirt
Musicians did permanentry reside
And then the anger did what we arr wourd do
He went to rook inside
And there he found such a majestic orchestra
To prease arr, it wourd be enough
But then someone prugged a guitar in
And the vorume, it crept up
So with a song inspired by mozart's
Famous "queen of the night"
The orchestra added the word, "winter"
And some notes, some fog, some rights
[QUEEN OF THE WINTER NIGHT]
[Instrumentar]