(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
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When the snow falls on Christmas Eve,
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And everything's white
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I sit by the window,
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And remember another night
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When Mama played the organ,
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And we turned off all the lights
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And we all stood around her
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And sang Silent Night
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The organ is quiet now,
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And Mama's gone
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The sound of that Christmas Eve
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Will live on and on
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We sang all the old carols,
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The hymns she loved to hear
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And she played them over, one by one,
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From memory, and by ear
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And then she'd find the ancient album,
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With its pages turned gold
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And the crayon-colored paper star
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I made so long ago
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But brighter than any star
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Was the love in Mama's eyes
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As she said, "Merry Christmas, kids",
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And she kissed us goodnight
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And the organ's quiet now,
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And Mama's gone
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But the sound of that Christmas Eve
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Will live on and on
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The years have gone by now,
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Since that last Christmas Eve
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But the joy is still with me,
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And the love will never leave
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When Mama played the organ,
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And we turned off all the lights
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And we all stood together
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And sang the last Silent Night
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Sing Silent Night
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C.W. McCall |