Silent Night

There was a kid called Joseph He'd been dealt a bad hand Was born poor and a bastard But grew up to be a preacher Made a new friend called Franz Joe went over to Franz house Said: see this poem I once wrote? I feel like it's got something Can you please put some music to my words? Looking down at the paper And the title read: "Silent Night" The first time they performed it It was Christmas Eve They sang it together, Franz played the guitar I can see them before me And this big shot organ builder Fell in love with the song Brought it back to his hometown Where some folk singers heard it And they spread it around Slightly changed each time it was sung, was "Silent Night" When I'm down I just think about it How they must have felt when they performed it! If the choir cried when they sang it? If anyone in the church that day said: "Well I like the older stuff better They should do more upbeat tunes" It could have been a day like any other day Where Joseph would be preachin and Franz would be playin 9 out of 10 days are slightly disappointing, But on the tenth, you see that light beckoning They had no idea that Silent Night would turn out to be "Silent Night" Sing it with me. Let your voice carry From all those miles away. If you sing loud enough, My microphone might record you It might record you Silent night, Holy night In World War One, 1914 Because it was Christmas, there was a short truce on the battlefield Both sides laid down their weapons, sang carols in the night. And the day after, Like nothing had happened, they picked up the fight. There was only one song known to soldiers on both sides. And for a second All was calm, and all was bright.