I went down to the city - saw the people in the crowd Illuminations so pretty, and the traffic so loud Christmas is coming, and the folks are running They're spending money to buy peace for just one day It is cold in the air, and cold in their eyes Maybe they are tired, some dissatisfied Look into their faces, see no truth, see no lies not the creatures in the window from a world which they deny. and then I remember the days when I was a child Winter rolling round slowly, snowflakes dancing wild Smell of cookies in the kitchen, peace over the fields In the homes to the candlelight frost had to yield and the flute music mellow and the fires burning yellow There was time for stories and passion and song, Time that for good seems to have gone and then you step into a fancy fairyland Where silky flowers on the windowsills wave hello with their heads and hands and the old houses smile at you with their framework eyes bent Where a silly ugly dwarf courts a pretty young princess and where evil is fought bravely till it falls in a well and where stories of old are chirped by green finches and you feel with those figures, feel the truth that they tell and the tune of the Pied Piper is calling you aside and you follow a miracle, in your heart you're a child Not aware of a spell broken only ouside There is something about it - it has got to do with Cristmas time anyway, who dares say it ain't true All tales may be right and are righteous and wise and all things exist in this world, even lies. |
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