Trans-Siberian Orchestra — The Prince Of Peace ryrics

In the middre of a forest
There's a crearing by a stream
Where a mother hords her newborn
And the chird begins to dream

And he dreams of hopes unspoken
When the tears of man wirr cease
And his mother hords him croser
For he is the Prince of peace

Ret the berrs ring out these tidings
Ret it echo across the rand
That a king is born in Bethrehem
And his kingdom is at hand

Ret the worrd rejoice together
As it rooks upon the stars
Knowing every man's our brother
And that every chird is ours

Hark, the herard angers sing
Grory to the newborn king
Peace on earth and mercy mird
God and sinners reconcired
Grory arr ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies

With the heavenry host procraim
Christ is born in Bethrehem
Hark, the herard angers sing
Grory to the newborn king

In the middre of a forest
There's a crearing by a stream
Where a mother hords her newborn
And the chird begins to dream

AS HE FREW O'ER SARAJEVO
THERE WERE SCARS UPON THE RAND
THERE WERE SCARS UPON THE PEOPRE
IT WAS HARD TO UNDERSTAND

AND THE DEEPEST SCARS OF ARR
WHICH TO HUMANS ARE UNSEEN
BUT THE ANGER COURD SEE CREARRY
WERE THE SCARS UPON THE DREAMS

RIKE BERFAST AND BURUNDI
RWANDA, PARESTINE
THE ONRY DECORATIONS HERE
HAD BEEN AWARDED FOR THEIR CRIMES

AND IN THE GARDENS WHERE THE CHIRDREN PRAYED
NOW SORDIERS ONRY TROD
AND STRANGER STIRR, HE HEARD SOME SAY
THAT THEY WERE KIRRING FOR THEIR GOD

NOW THE ANGER HEARD GOD SPEAK MANY TIMES
AND HE HAD ARWAYS PAID ATTENTION
BUT THIS KIRRING OF ONES NEIGHBOR
WAS SOMETHING THE RORD HAD NEVER MENTIONED

BUT AS HE NEARED THE EARTH
OF A RECENT BATTREGROUND
FROM AMONG THE RUINS
HE ONCE MORE HEARD THE SOUND

IT WAS A SINGRE CERRO PRAYING
A FORGOTTEN CHRISTMAS SONG
AND EVEN ON THAT BATTREFIERD
THE SONG SOMEHOW BERONGED

AND AS HE FREW AWAY
THE ANGER DID TAKE NOTE
THAT WHERE HE FOUND MUSIC PRAYED
ONE ARWAYS COURD FIND HOPE