The Wisdom of Snow Lyrics

Song	The Wisdom of Snow
Artist	Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Album	The Lost Christmas Eve
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	作曲 : Kinkel, O'Neill, Oliva
	Now why this man's soul was bleeding
	The angel had to understand
	So invisible, he stood by him
	And then gently touched his hand
	Which caused the man to stand there still
	Despite the winter's cold
	And while he stood there in that trance
	The angel read his soul
	It seemed the man was not always like
	The man he had become
	And that angel wondered how that change had happened
	And when it had begun
	The man had been born to a kind and religious family
	And raised in the midwest
	And all throughout his childhood
	This man, clearly, had been blessed
	He grew up believing, among other things
	Man was made in the image of god
	He went to school, observed all rules
	While working very hard
	He had always tried to help others
	Excelled at nearly every task
	And when he'd graduated high school
	Of course, he was the first one in his class
	And in his eighteenth summer
	When it was time for him to leave
	He had offers from several colleges
	All of them ivy league
	And at college in all his studies
	He always received straight "a"s
	And when he tried his hand in theater
	He got the lead in the senior play
	It appeared to nearly everyone
	There was no talent that he lacked
	And for three years on the football team
	He was, the star quarterback
	And there he also met the girl
	Who did become his wife
	With her, his world was now complete
	He had the perfect life
	When they had graduated college
	They were wed in a ceremony quite grand
	Then they moved to new york
	In a dream they seemed caught
	Where all had been perfectly planned
	She decorated their park avenue apartment
	In a 1920's art-deco style
	And six months after they had moved in
	She told him, they would soon be having a child
	And after their first ultrasound
	He knew they were having a son
	Their lives could not have been better
	And they had only just begun
	Together they arrived early at the hospital
	On the delivery date
	The father was taking no chances
	And did not want to risk being late
	But while waiting outside the delivery room
	He could tell that something was going wrong
	For too many doctors were rushing in
	With none coming out for too long
	When her own doctor finally came out
	With several nurses at his side
	He said that his wife had started hemorrhaging
	And despite their best efforts, she died
	Then in an effort to console him
	A nurse gave him his newborn to hold
	But from the way the child felt limp in his arms
	He knew there was still more bad news to be told
	The doctor then gave the prognosis
	As gently as anyone could
	But before he could finish explaining
	The father only too well understood
	The child had been cut off from oxygen
	For minutes, which is far too long
	The damage was now irreversible
	His brain permanently malformed
	He'd never hold a job,
	Learn to read or ever talk
	And it would be a miracle
	If the child even learned how to walk
	And with those words the father felt
	His entire world falling apart
	And he stumbled for the words to express
	The tearing inside of his heart
	He cried out, why did god have to take her
	While she was still so young
	And then as if to cut him deeper
	Leave this thing here as his son"please explain to me god's wisdomHow could he decideTo take from me my precious wifeWhile leaving this aliveThere is no reason for this lifeWhy does he even existAnd if he had never been bornThere is no way he'd have ever been missedIf man is made in god's imageThen something here is surely amissFor there is nothing of godNothing of godNothing of godNothing of godNothing of god in this"
	And then he asked for the child
	To be placed in a state run home
	And after he had signed the papers
	He walked into that night alone
	And in this world he found unkind
	He built a wall around his mind
	And every year he'd add new parts
	Until it had also enclosed his heart
	He kept his job and paid his debts
	As he slowly became a silhouette
	Of a man walking among the tombs
	While living his life within his wounds
	He distanced himself from all his friends
	Even his sisters and brothers
	And as time it went by, he developed his eyes
	So they could only see the flaws in others
	With this final glimpse, the angel stepped away
	And the man shook himself out of his trance
	Then continued his walk back towards his home
	And few would have given his soul half of a chance
	And the angel himself felt helpless
	As he watched that old man there
	So he did what even humans do
	And he quickly said a prayer
	And as the prayer flew to his lord
	The angel did decide
	To carefully follow the old man
	And stay closely by his side
	For on this night can one deny
	The gift of a more sympathetic eye
	To cast upon our fellow man
	And on this night to understand
	The frailty of childhood dreams
	Like fireflies over summer streams
	And if one dared to remove time's veil
	Could one retrace those childhood trails?
	But whispers in the winter's wind
	Told of rescued dreams, forgiven sins
	And who among us shall be deemed
	To rescue some forgotten dream?
	So on this night of christmas eve
	As once again the spirits weave
	Its snowswept dreams and colored lights
	With bits of magic into each life
	And as the snow comes gently down
	Its soul intent to reach the ground
	To cover scars the world still feels
	Perhaps to give them time to heal
	For as men invest in money
	And professors in what they know
	God invests in mercy
	Like winter invests in snow[THE WISDOM OF SNOW][Instrumental]

	zuo qu : Kinkel, O' Neill, Oliva
	Now why this man' s soul was bleeding
	The angel had to understand
	So invisible, he stood by him
	And then gently touched his hand
	Which caused the man to stand there still
	Despite the winter' s cold
	And while he stood there in that trance
	The angel read his soul
	It seemed the man was not always like
	The man he had become
	And that angel wondered how that change had happened
	And when it had begun
	The man had been born to a kind and religious family
	And raised in the midwest
	And all throughout his childhood
	This man, clearly, had been blessed
	He grew up believing, among other things
	Man was made in the image of god
	He went to school, observed all rules
	While working very hard
	He had always tried to help others
	Excelled at nearly every task
	And when he' d graduated high school
	Of course, he was the first one in his class
	And in his eighteenth summer
	When it was time for him to leave
	He had offers from several colleges
	All of them ivy league
	And at college in all his studies
	He always received straight " a" s
	And when he tried his hand in theater
	He got the lead in the senior play
	It appeared to nearly everyone
	There was no talent that he lacked
	And for three years on the football team
	He was, the star quarterback
	And there he also met the girl
	Who did become his wife
	With her, his world was now complete
	He had the perfect life
	When they had graduated college
	They were wed in a ceremony quite grand
	Then they moved to new york
	In a dream they seemed caught
	Where all had been perfectly planned
	She decorated their park avenue apartment
	In a 1920' s artdeco style
	And six months after they had moved in
	She told him, they would soon be having a child
	And after their first ultrasound
	He knew they were having a son
	Their lives could not have been better
	And they had only just begun
	Together they arrived early at the hospital
	On the delivery date
	The father was taking no chances
	And did not want to risk being late
	But while waiting outside the delivery room
	He could tell that something was going wrong
	For too many doctors were rushing in
	With none coming out for too long
	When her own doctor finally came out
	With several nurses at his side
	He said that his wife had started hemorrhaging
	And despite their best efforts, she died
	Then in an effort to console him
	A nurse gave him his newborn to hold
	But from the way the child felt limp in his arms
	He knew there was still more bad news to be told
	The doctor then gave the prognosis
	As gently as anyone could
	But before he could finish explaining
	The father only too well understood
	The child had been cut off from oxygen
	For minutes, which is far too long
	The damage was now irreversible
	His brain permanently malformed
	He' d never hold a job,
	Learn to read or ever talk
	And it would be a miracle
	If the child even learned how to walk
	And with those words the father felt
	His entire world falling apart
	And he stumbled for the words to express
	The tearing inside of his heart
	He cried out, why did god have to take her
	While she was still so young
	And then as if to cut him deeper
	Leave this thing here as his son" please explain to me god' s wisdomHow could he decideTo take from me my precious wifeWhile leaving this aliveThere is no reason for this lifeWhy does he even existAnd if he had never been bornThere is no way he' d have ever been missedIf man is made in god' s imageThen something here is surely amissFor there is nothing of godNothing of godNothing of godNothing of godNothing of god in this"
	And then he asked for the child
	To be placed in a state run home
	And after he had signed the papers
	He walked into that night alone
	And in this world he found unkind
	He built a wall around his mind
	And every year he' d add new parts
	Until it had also enclosed his heart
	He kept his job and paid his debts
	As he slowly became a silhouette
	Of a man walking among the tombs
	While living his life within his wounds
	He distanced himself from all his friends
	Even his sisters and brothers
	And as time it went by, he developed his eyes
	So they could only see the flaws in others
	With this final glimpse, the angel stepped away
	And the man shook himself out of his trance
	Then continued his walk back towards his home
	And few would have given his soul half of a chance
	And the angel himself felt helpless
	As he watched that old man there
	So he did what even humans do
	And he quickly said a prayer
	And as the prayer flew to his lord
	The angel did decide
	To carefully follow the old man
	And stay closely by his side
	For on this night can one deny
	The gift of a more sympathetic eye
	To cast upon our fellow man
	And on this night to understand
	The frailty of childhood dreams
	Like fireflies over summer streams
	And if one dared to remove time' s veil
	Could one retrace those childhood trails?
	But whispers in the winter' s wind
	Told of rescued dreams, forgiven sins
	And who among us shall be deemed
	To rescue some forgotten dream?
	So on this night of christmas eve
	As once again the spirits weave
	Its snowswept dreams and colored lights
	With bits of magic into each life
	And as the snow comes gently down
	Its soul intent to reach the ground
	To cover scars the world still feels
	Perhaps to give them time to heal
	For as men invest in money
	And professors in what they know
	God invests in mercy
	Like winter invests in snow THE WISDOM OF SNOW Instrumental

	zuò qǔ : Kinkel, O' Neill, Oliva
	Now why this man' s soul was bleeding
	The angel had to understand
	So invisible, he stood by him
	And then gently touched his hand
	Which caused the man to stand there still
	Despite the winter' s cold
	And while he stood there in that trance
	The angel read his soul
	It seemed the man was not always like
	The man he had become
	And that angel wondered how that change had happened
	And when it had begun
	The man had been born to a kind and religious family
	And raised in the midwest
	And all throughout his childhood
	This man, clearly, had been blessed
	He grew up believing, among other things
	Man was made in the image of god
	He went to school, observed all rules
	While working very hard
	He had always tried to help others
	Excelled at nearly every task
	And when he' d graduated high school
	Of course, he was the first one in his class
	And in his eighteenth summer
	When it was time for him to leave
	He had offers from several colleges
	All of them ivy league
	And at college in all his studies
	He always received straight " a" s
	And when he tried his hand in theater
	He got the lead in the senior play
	It appeared to nearly everyone
	There was no talent that he lacked
	And for three years on the football team
	He was, the star quarterback
	And there he also met the girl
	Who did become his wife
	With her, his world was now complete
	He had the perfect life
	When they had graduated college
	They were wed in a ceremony quite grand
	Then they moved to new york
	In a dream they seemed caught
	Where all had been perfectly planned
	She decorated their park avenue apartment
	In a 1920' s artdeco style
	And six months after they had moved in
	She told him, they would soon be having a child
	And after their first ultrasound
	He knew they were having a son
	Their lives could not have been better
	And they had only just begun
	Together they arrived early at the hospital
	On the delivery date
	The father was taking no chances
	And did not want to risk being late
	But while waiting outside the delivery room
	He could tell that something was going wrong
	For too many doctors were rushing in
	With none coming out for too long
	When her own doctor finally came out
	With several nurses at his side
	He said that his wife had started hemorrhaging
	And despite their best efforts, she died
	Then in an effort to console him
	A nurse gave him his newborn to hold
	But from the way the child felt limp in his arms
	He knew there was still more bad news to be told
	The doctor then gave the prognosis
	As gently as anyone could
	But before he could finish explaining
	The father only too well understood
	The child had been cut off from oxygen
	For minutes, which is far too long
	The damage was now irreversible
	His brain permanently malformed
	He' d never hold a job,
	Learn to read or ever talk
	And it would be a miracle
	If the child even learned how to walk
	And with those words the father felt
	His entire world falling apart
	And he stumbled for the words to express
	The tearing inside of his heart
	He cried out, why did god have to take her
	While she was still so young
	And then as if to cut him deeper
	Leave this thing here as his son" please explain to me god' s wisdomHow could he decideTo take from me my precious wifeWhile leaving this aliveThere is no reason for this lifeWhy does he even existAnd if he had never been bornThere is no way he' d have ever been missedIf man is made in god' s imageThen something here is surely amissFor there is nothing of godNothing of godNothing of godNothing of godNothing of god in this"
	And then he asked for the child
	To be placed in a state run home
	And after he had signed the papers
	He walked into that night alone
	And in this world he found unkind
	He built a wall around his mind
	And every year he' d add new parts
	Until it had also enclosed his heart
	He kept his job and paid his debts
	As he slowly became a silhouette
	Of a man walking among the tombs
	While living his life within his wounds
	He distanced himself from all his friends
	Even his sisters and brothers
	And as time it went by, he developed his eyes
	So they could only see the flaws in others
	With this final glimpse, the angel stepped away
	And the man shook himself out of his trance
	Then continued his walk back towards his home
	And few would have given his soul half of a chance
	And the angel himself felt helpless
	As he watched that old man there
	So he did what even humans do
	And he quickly said a prayer
	And as the prayer flew to his lord
	The angel did decide
	To carefully follow the old man
	And stay closely by his side
	For on this night can one deny
	The gift of a more sympathetic eye
	To cast upon our fellow man
	And on this night to understand
	The frailty of childhood dreams
	Like fireflies over summer streams
	And if one dared to remove time' s veil
	Could one retrace those childhood trails?
	But whispers in the winter' s wind
	Told of rescued dreams, forgiven sins
	And who among us shall be deemed
	To rescue some forgotten dream?
	So on this night of christmas eve
	As once again the spirits weave
	Its snowswept dreams and colored lights
	With bits of magic into each life
	And as the snow comes gently down
	Its soul intent to reach the ground
	To cover scars the world still feels
	Perhaps to give them time to heal
	For as men invest in money
	And professors in what they know
	God invests in mercy
	Like winter invests in snow THE WISDOM OF SNOW Instrumental

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