What Child Is This?
(专辑: The Lost Christmas Eve - 2004)
[NARRATION] The
old man stood there thinking While staring in that old toy shop With its carousel still turning round In front of a
music box clock For what good's a
clock without a
chime A
useless thing that just keeps time Recording moments that come and leave But this clock's chimes struck midnight Upon a
lost christmas eve And when the
final chime had spoken And the
twelfth bell had finally rung The
indecision in the
father was broken He now knew what had to be done So he got into a
yellow cab And prayed that it might lead Through all this snow and streetlight glow To a
past he might retrieve When the
taxi dropped him off At the
boarding house hotel It was a
rundown building With a
musty, rundown smell And he asked for his son From the
hotel's night desk clerk Who said his son was not there He was not back from work When the
father said that was impossible The
clerk replied, "i'm not here to debate But he works at the
hospital, just down the
block If you want you can sit here and wait But he never returns till real late" Then the
father tried asking another question But the
clerk went back to watching his tv Which was also playing, "how the
grinch stole christmas" And the
father mused, "this movie has no sympathy, Well, at least not when it comes down to me" Once outside he saw the
hospital's entrance And went to information by the
front door Who confirmed that his son had a
job there And worked up on the
seventh floor So he took the
elevator up to that floor Which was marked "maternity" And the
man knew in his heart that this was a
mistake For his son working here could not be But the
nurse on duty reconfirmed that he did And since her rounds were about to begin If he would like to follow her She would gladly take the
father to him So he followed her to a
large dark room That to him seemed unusually empty Except for several incubators glowing on the
right Each with a
trembling baby These infants were all extremely frail And obviously in incredible pain And this sight cut deep into that father's soul And he asked the
nurse, please, to explain "these children were born to mothers Who were addicted to crack cocaine And these children are born in complete withdrawal For that drug is still deep in their veins We can give them no other drugs to ease their withdrawals Since they are born premature and quite frail And any form of pain killer Could easily cause their small hearts to fail" "and what does my son do here?" The
father asked, "he is not a
patient, i
assume" The
nurse did not say a
single word But nodded to the
far left corner of the
room And there the
father saw his son Who looked like himself when he was a
younger man Rocking back and forth in a
rocking chair A
trembling infant held in his hands And in his arms the
child did not cry But slept to silent lullabies And his son rocked that newborn back and forth Until finally, a
dream was caught But still at his rocking, his son faithfully kept Till that poor child's trembling had also, finally, left Then the
nurse whispered softly Into the
father's ear Something that a
blind man could see But the
father needed to hear Whispered to him in this room Filled with mankind's misbegotten Something that the
father had known once But somehow had forgotten She said, "it is this way with each of us We all need to be held, at least twice Once upon the
day that we are born And once more when we leave this life Your son has been coming to this place Since as long as i've been working here He's never missed a
single day In nearly twenty years He always arrives promptly on time But a
time card he does not keep For he never leaves this maternity room Until every last child is asleep" Then the
nurse noticed the
father Trying to choke back the
things he now felt So mentioning she had to continue her rounds She quietly excused herself So he was now alone in the
darkness Between the
past and future caught Not knowing what to do As his mind flooded with so many thoughts Some beauty comes too early While its moment never waits And some beauty is always there But never seen, till it's too late Look! there is a
moment It has just slipped away And so we lose our lives In such ordinary ways Where do we get our dreams from? Where do we get our faith? Is it something that we are born with Or is it something for which we must wait? The
mist of things we once believed The
childhood truths for which we grieve And in our lives could we have missed Those that in the
dark, the
angels kiss [WHAT CHILD IS THIS?] What child is this Who laid to rest That i
now find here sleeping? Do angels keep the
dreams we seek While our hearts lie bleeding? Could this be christ the
king Whose every breath the
angels bring? Could this be the
face of god, this child, the
son i
once carried? What child is this Who is so blessed he changes all tomorrows? Replacing tears with reborn years In hearts once dark and hollow Could this be christ the
king Whose every breath the
angels bring? Could this be the
face of god, this child, the
son i
once carried? In the
dead of the
night As his life slips away As he reads by the
light Of a
star faraway Holding on Holding off Holding out Holding in Could you be this old And have your life just begin? Reading by the
light of a
lost christmas day It begins Reading by the
light of a
lost christmas day Tell me how many times can this story be told After all of these years it should all sound so old But it somehow rings true in the
back of my mind As i
search for a
dream that words can no longer define Reading by the
light of a
lost christmas day And the
time Reading by the
light of a
lost christmas day And the
time and the
years And the
tears and the
cost And the
hopes and the
dreams Of each child that is lost And the
whisper of wings In the
cold winter's air As the
snow it comes down And visions appear everywhere Reading by the
light of a
lost christmas day In the
air Reading by the
light of a
lost christmas day In the
dead of the
night As his life slips away As he reads by the
light Of a
star faraway Holding on Holding off Holding out Holding in Could you be this old And have your life just begin Reading by the
light of a
lost christmas day It begins Reading by the
light of a
lost christmas day It begins Reading by the
light of a
lost christmas day It begins Reading by the
light of a
lost christmas day It begins