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 home town

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

When 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 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

Silent night, holy night

Silent night, holy night

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 continued the fight

There was only one song

Known to soldiers on both sides

And for a second

All was calm, and all was bright