AWAKE THE VOICE
© Krista Detor, The Silver Wood: Wintersongs
Based on the carol by Robert Herrick
I never saw so many cars downtown
Never saw so many Christmas trees and all around, people everywhere
But the world is better for it — all the traffic there
Never heard so many violins in the stores
Never heard so many ringing bells at the front doors — Salvation Army red
But the world is better for the noise and the funny hat on your head
Angels fall a distance that is not so far from here
In stores and on the sidewalks with us,
They keep the memory near of flying
While they walk among us
And the world is better for this
And the world is better for this
They whisper, ‘Merry Christmas...'
Never saw so many Santas on display
Never saw so many mangers and snowmen
And candy canes in the shopping malls
But the world is better for it, if you look past it all
Angels fall a distance that is not so far from here
In stores and on the sidewalks with us,
They keep the memory near of flying
While they walk among us
And the world is better for this
And the world is better for this
They whisper, ‘Merry Christmas...'
(All the Doors) ‘Cause the doors, the doors are all open
(All the Doors) All the closed doors are open
Every door, every door is open for one month a year (year)
And they whisper (and they whisper)
And we listen (and we listen)
And we Hear (Hear)
And the lights, the lights are all on
All the lights in the houses are on
All the lights are shining in the windows
Shining bright (Oh Silent Night) Oh Silent Night!
For a while they walk among us — they whisper ‘Merry Christmas'
For a while they walk among us — singing ‘Merry Christmas'
Awake the voice (awake the voice)
Awake the string (awake the string)
The heart, (heart, ear & eye) ear and eye and everything
I never saw so many cars downtown
Never saw so many Christmas trees and all around,–people everywhere
But the world is better for it
Yeah, the world is better for it
Angels fall a distance that is not so far from here
On the trees and in the windows where
They keep the memory near of flying
While they walk among us
And the world is better for this
And the world is better for this
And the world is better for this
They're singing ‘Merry Christmas...'