Christmas Child
Christmas Child
Winter's eve is creepin' in on December first, on a cold wind, and on the pantry door hangs a calendar counting down the days with their little doors and I am just a Christmas Child, I lie upon the floor by the firelight in my home Winter's eve, December 4. The tree is up and the lights adorn. I push the cloves into a tangerine, fetch the holly from a neighbor's tree and I am just a Christmas Child, I lie upon the floor by the firelight in my home and I will lie lie lie awake, I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away. Three weeks til Christmas Day. Winter's eve is nearer still, the house she creaks and the wind chills. Howlin' wind but I remain safely by the lighted pane. The frost, right upon the glass, you see the treeline fade into the dark of night right on time. and I will lie lie lie awake, I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away. I will lie lie lie awake, lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away. Two weeks til Christmas Day. and I will lie lie lie awake, I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away. I will lie lie lie awake, lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away. I will lie lie lie awake, lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away. One week til Christmas Day. One week til Christmas Day. One week til Christmas Day.
Red Punch, Green Punch
Nothing says Christmas like a party out at my great aunts, out on the front lawn, some things never change. A manger scene, wise man, and herd of sheep so fantastic, hard covered plastic blinking in the yard. Red punch, green punch, Brach holiday mints and some peanuts. The more things stay the same you know, the more they stay the same. Red punch, green punch, silver bowl of mints and some peanuts, the great aunts of the world you know will never change their game. Figurines like memories, ceramics pulled from the basement, fire-glazed in 1963. Silent night music box, travel back in time when Christmas always always shines. Red punch, green punch, Brach holiday mints and some peanuts. The more things stay the same you know, the more they stay the same. Red punch, green punch, silver bowl of mints and some peanuts, the great aunts of the world you know will never change their game. The poor years, the war years, the 50s and the 60s and the born years, Christmas in the 70s and the early 80s never fade. Red punch, green punch, never thought that I could miss it so much. The more things change, you know, I think some things should stay the same. Red punch, green punch, silver bowl of mints and some peanuts, the great aunts of the world may come and go but they never change their game.
Ice And Snow
Ice and snow ice and snow fallin' in time, Together they mingle and freeze Ice and snow, just like the shade and the light It's the blinding confusion when the two of them meet Ice and snow ice and snow Weary I know, but a fortress is not a reprieve If I could melt ice and snow would you believe That I would choose not too to keep you with me? Souls in the shadows, arms stretched to believe Ghosts and the messengers sent to receive Slip through the grass with the greatest of ease Lovely, just lovely 'til I rest at ease Ice and snow ice and snow when it's the worst You get the best of them both Ice and snow ice and snow inside this fortress The cold and alone makes my heart-worthy home Souls in the shadows, arms stretched to believe Ghosts and the messengers sent to receive Slip through the grass with the greatest of ease Lovely, just lovely 'til I rest at ease Souls in the shadows, ice over snow Once in a life, just a few more to go The start and the end, you know, nobody knows A part of life's living when anything goes Ice and snow, ice and snow falling in time One day, the next day it's gone If I could melt ice and snow would you believe That I would choose not too to keep you with me? That I would choose not too to keep you with me?
Sutton's Reel
(Instrumental)
Ode To The Snow
Snowfall requires listening And the silence it brings is deafening As it whispers it echoes echoes through my bones Bury me like silent peace These gifts they fall like ancient memories, Like voices from the past cascading down. And the stillness drifts back in like possibility, And in the silence is where you find the song. And I'm blinded by the ease of letting go, Worlds shutting down... Just an ode to the snow. Tree limbs bend and spring up again The snowfall fumbling down through the pines To baptize, to confirm the frozen hallowed ground Exhume my youth, everlasting change Blankets entomb, the dreary colors fade And I'm reminded to the time when I did everything When the stillness drifts back in like possibility, And in the silence is where you find the song. And I'm blinded by the ease of letting go, Worlds shutting down... Just an ode to the snow. When the stillness drifts back in like possibility, And in the silence is where you find the song. When I'm blinded by the ease of letting go, Worlds shutting down... Just an ode to the snow. Worlds shutting down... Just an ode to the snow.
Drifting
(Instrumental)
Christmas At Sea
Trying hard to stay awake, Christmas cards stacked on the table I am at my desk thinking of you Note after note, I spell out the season's greetings Trying hard to keep them from becoming letters of distress C H R I S T M A S O S a boat afloat at sea, row you to me Christmas at sea Hovering, the distant sound it travels fast It's rolling over water, I'm still at my desk Now I'm writing you The house is dressed, the season's ornaments unpacked from the tv box Silver, red, gold, and green, the window's lit, the tree is glowing C H R I S T M A S O S a boat afloat at sea, row you to me Christmas at C H R I S T M A S O S a boat afloat at sea, row you to me And I apologize It's late at night, if my mind's drifting, just let it slide And I apologize It's late at night The weather has been nice The streets a buzz of holiday traffic lights Of course, take forever to make it through The winter beach is clean and clear, I like how the lights just disappear over water Over water C H R I S T M A S O S a boat afloat at sea, row you to me Christmas at C H R I S T M A S O S a boat afloat at sea, row you to me. Christmas at sea.. And I apologize, it's late at night If my mind's drifting, just let it slide....
Christmas Child (Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
Toast To The New Year
In the richest of seasons, we're drenched to the bone. While the light is still bright, we bring the year to a close. Sometimes we're standing there naked, frozen in our own past, and winter's ritual colors. She rings out her last And in the richest of seasons, in these colors we bathe, we greet the onset of winter and what we know she will take. And so you make resolutions, if it's all just the same If a wound is a wound, why not just cut myself upon change? In black and light, the year is formally closed Yet still the darkest of seasons shimmer silver and gold So let's dress up like penguins, we'll huddle en masse We will ring in the new year, we'll throw a curse to the last And so we make resolutions, if it's all just the same If a wound is a wound, why not just cut myself upon change? And so a toast to the New Year, and farewell to the last May we dream ourselves forward, frozen wind at our backs And so a toast to the New Year, and farewell to the last May we dream ourselves forward, frozen wind at our backs Another toast to the New Year, may we spring back to life When the colors start shifting in the burgeoning light May we spring back to life... may we spring back to life When the colors start shifting in the burgeoning light In black and white, the year is formally closed.