What Child Is This? (The Lost Christmas Eve 2004)

Текст песни Trans-Siberian Orchestra - What Child Is This? (The Lost Christmas Eve 2004)

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?

And 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

And 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 far away
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 far away
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)
Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day (it begins)
Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day (it begins)