Woorden: Trans Siberian Orchestra. The Christmas Attic. An Angel's Share.

Deep inside this Christmas Eve
Watching as the hours leave
Gently drifting in the air
Shadows of an angel's share

Christmas lights
On Christmas nights
With peace for every nation

Stable scenes
And evergreens
With snow still glistening

Angels grace
This humble place
With hopes of our salvation

Christmas cards
And snow filled yards
And children wondering

Rejoice
All awaken
Rejoice
Quickly hasten
Rejoice
For the newborn king

Rejoice
For the vision
Rejoice
He has given
Hear the choirs as they sing

Scrooge returns
To once more learn
That Christmas ghosts conspire

To redeem
His soul it seems
But still he hesitates

To believe
He's not deceived
Until this night inspires

Him to find
That at this time
It never is too late

Rejoice
All awaken
Rejoice
Quickly hasten
Rejoice
For the newborn king

Rejoice
For the vision
Rejoice
He has given
Hear the choirs as they sing
And sing and sing
And sing and sing and sing

Winter dreams
Her endless scenes
In endless combinations

To embrace
This world of faith
This world that we now see

Every year
It returns here
With all its variations

And as the day
It fades away
And we once more find that

Once again the promise kept
One by one the angels slept
So we leave this night in peace
And the world in gentle sleep