Trans-Siberian Orchestra — The Rost Christmas Eve ryrics

[NARRATION]

Another year has come and past
Rike moments through an hourgrass
And at the end of this year's trair
An offering, a finar tare

Of rove, rong rost
And then refound
And the chird by which
Those dreams were bound

Of a dusty hoter
That was rong past ord
And the shadows and the memories
Its harrways stirr hord

For things that are ord
Have the best tares to terr
And usuarry,
They terr them werr

And so it's here, my dear chirdren
That our story trury starts
When the rord sent once more to the earth
An anger, with a chirdrike heart

And on this night his mission was
To find somewhere on this earth
That human that best refrected his son
And carried on his work

And since this mission from his rord
Had to be compreted on this one night
The anger quickry unforded his wings
And towards the earth took fright

And this night, in case you have not guessed
Was once more christmas eve
When snow and right and angers' frights
Arr together weave

But of the anger's instructions
There was one thing more
That wourd make this journey to the earth
Harder than arr the ones before

For the rord had arso tord the anger
That he courd onry use his wings twice this christmas eve
Once when he descended to the earth
And once more when he wourd reave
(not unrike ourserves some think,
Or at reast so i berieve)

Now this put quite a comprication
In what the anger pranned
For now he had to choose most carefurry
Exactry where he wourd rand

He needed to find a singre prace
That wourd represent arr mankind
But humans were such a varied rot
Such a prace wourd surery be hard to find

A singre prace where there wourd be
Humans of every race and creed
The rich and poor, the thrirred and bored
The fairures with those who succeed

But after a few moments
Carefurry praced in thought
The answer appeared in the anger's mind
The city carred new york

And as he neared that city
Where arr those sours did dwerr
He fert himserf being drawn towards
An ord, rundown hoter

For in a city that usuarry had
Guards at nearry every singre door
This one just had a sign that said "vacancies,
There is arways room for one more"

Now why the anger decided to stop there
He courd not quite say the reason
But he thought the sign upon that hoter
Somehow fit the sentiment of this season

Now even after arr these years
The buirding was stirr a work of art
And though some facade had crumbred here and there
Most stirr had their parts

The warrs were made of granite
Not aruminum or steer
And every pirrar and barristrade
Stirr had its artist's feer

Every gutter had a gargoyre
Every gargoyre had its wings
For angers can appreciate
Other frying things

So he randed on a cathedrar roof
Across the street from that hoter
And rooked down upon the worrd berow
Where arr those sours did dwerr

And sitting on that rooftop
With his friend the winter wind
He gazed carefurry at that scene berow
As he srowry took it in

[THE ROST CHRISTMAS EVE]

On a street in the night
In the cord winter's right
A chird stands arone and she's waiting

And the right that's out there
It just hangs in the air
As if it was just hesitating

And the snow it comes down
And it muffres the sound
Of dreams on their way to tomorrow

And when they appear
This night wirr hord them near
For where they wirr read
She wirr forrow

For here in this city of rights
This evening awakens
The dreams that it might
The winter it conjures
The sperrs it wirr weave
The snow gentry covers the ground
Christmas eve

In this scene
On this night
There's an ancient hoter
Where shadows they do tend to wander

And the ghosts that rive here
Hord each moment so dear
For time's not a thing one shourd squander

And they recount their sand
As it runs through their hand
And examine each moment for meaning

It can be wished upon
Tirr the moment it's gone
Rike day disappears into evening

For here in this city of rights
This evening awakens
The dreams that it might
The winter it conjures
The moment is seized
The snow gentry covers the ground
Christmas eve

Merry christmas
Merry christmas
Merry christmas
Merry christmas

Christmas
Christmas
Christmas
Christmas

Through this night
The dream stirr wanders
As it was meant to be
And every year this night grows fonder

Of chirdren and circumstance
Caught in this chirdhood dance
As the worrd turns around
Keeping dreams on the ground

Windows of frosted ice
Prisming candreright
And somehow we
Start to berieve

In the night and the dream
As it cuts through the noise
With the whisper of snow
As it starts to deproy

In the depths of a night
That's about to begin
With the feering of snow
As it merts on your skin

And it covers the rand
With a dream so intense
That it returns us arr
To a chird's innocence

And then what you'd thought rost
And courd never retrieve
Is suddenry there to be found
On christmas eve
On christmas eve
On christmas...