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Frontline Christmas
02:31
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There are no Christmas bells
No signing choirs
Many prayers wishing well
By open fires
Few presents to be had
And thousands only hope
They'll soon be home to see
Their moms and dads
(Bridge)
Read the same letter a thousand times
When will the sun start to shine?
Think about it on the holiest of nights
(Chorus)
A Merry Christmas to the men on the frontline
A Merry Christmas to the families safe and sound
A welcomed break from the fighting in this peacetime
A chance to forget all their worries for a little while
Sworn enemies
Meet out in the field
Stop a moment to share
Their amenities
Take a journey to
No man's land
Find my lost brother
And bury him
(Bridge)
(Chorus x2)
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Another Christmas
03:10
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The tree’s been done up
Ornaments always delight
And now we’ve cut up
Cookies to decorate right
We can’t sleep so we stay up
Hoping he visits tonight
When morning’s here we’ll get up
Greeted by a most wonderful sight
All the presents are stacked up
They must go near ten feet high
When wrapping paper’s been torn up
Hides the floor from father’s eye
As mother lifts her gifts up
Made with heart she almost cries
Snowing’s stopped and the sun’s up
Another Christmas has gone right by
Another Christmas has gone right by
(Pack the bags you’re off to work, the days close in you’d rather shirk, all your tasks to dream about, a whole week off to laze around)
(Time to be jolly, sleep under holly, others embody, melancholy)
[Repeat to end]
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i. On The Tip Of My Tongue
Instrumental
ii. Days Like Snowflakes
Everything I set out to be
In sweet time made it's way to me
Floating on December's breeze
Wringing out my dampened heart strings
Everyday passes just the same
Yet no two pass in the same way
Melting before they can overstay
Months at a time inside crystalline flakes
iii. (Finding) Snowy Hills
When you feel that
Special chill that
Seems to shoot through your spine
(Repeat x3)
iv. The Icy March
From brisk fall days
To sunny spring rays
The summer breeze
To winter's freeze
A child's hopes
Dashed in the icy march
Of seasons past
Relentless, they rip and tear
The clothes woven
To shelter what they hold dear
From the whipping winds
Their unabashed sheer
A child's hopes
Dashed in the icy march
Of seasons past
With no chance of recourse
For sins, at long last
Facing punishment,
The child weeps tears
Each frozen as it is cast
Down, down
Into the snow
Where brown grass curls below
A child's hopes
Dashed in the icy march
Of seasons past
v. Whipping Winds
Instrumental
vi. Untouched
Instrumental
vii. (Found) Seasonal Chills
What I found here
May not have been, what I wanted
But I found here
What may will be, something I need
What I found was
So much better, to the highest degree
What I found was
Even better, than my wildest dream
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