Christmas 1918
It was Christmas 1918
And the brightest star we'd ever seen
Shone in the eye of the storm
Six weeks of peace, after four years of war
And the Christmas smells and muted bells
Played antidote to the falling shells
For a country on the mend
Toasting absent friends
As the star rose over the stable
We drew our chairs up at the table
And the empty spaces and darker places
Were lost in the Christmas brew
It was Christmas 1918
And the brightest star we'd ever seen
Led to a Prince of Peace
One final reminder of innocence
And the joyful songs and Christmas tales
Drowned out the wrongs and anguished wails
Of men who burned with fear
Yet lived another year
As the star rose over the stable
We drew our chairs up at the table
And the empty spaces and haunted faces
Were lost in the Christmas brew
We have one eye on the future
And the other eye on the past
100 years of Christmas cheer
But a peace that never lasts
Bodies torn for poppies worn
Feuds for buried truths
Still brothers fall and mothers mourn
While others cook their goose
Now the star is over stable
And our chairs are at the table
And the fading traces of warm embraces
Are lost in the Christmas brew
Are lost in the Christmas brew
And the brightest star we'd ever seen
Shone in the eye of the storm
Six weeks of peace, after four years of war
And the Christmas smells and muted bells
Played antidote to the falling shells
For a country on the mend
Toasting absent friends
As the star rose over the stable
We drew our chairs up at the table
And the empty spaces and darker places
Were lost in the Christmas brew
It was Christmas 1918
And the brightest star we'd ever seen
Led to a Prince of Peace
One final reminder of innocence
And the joyful songs and Christmas tales
Drowned out the wrongs and anguished wails
Of men who burned with fear
Yet lived another year
As the star rose over the stable
We drew our chairs up at the table
And the empty spaces and haunted faces
Were lost in the Christmas brew
We have one eye on the future
And the other eye on the past
100 years of Christmas cheer
But a peace that never lasts
Bodies torn for poppies worn
Feuds for buried truths
Still brothers fall and mothers mourn
While others cook their goose
Now the star is over stable
And our chairs are at the table
And the fading traces of warm embraces
Are lost in the Christmas brew
Are lost in the Christmas brew
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Writer(s): Pippy Trentham
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