Song | First Snowfall |
Artist | Over the Rhine |
Album | Blood Oranges in the Snow |
The Christmas decorations | |
Look ragged and rusty | |
A little sooty with coal dust | |
Santa’s missing an eye | |
The neon sign flickers | |
On the cinder block tavern | |
By the Salvation Army | |
And the plumbers supply | |
The old downtown mission | |
Has John 3:16 painted | |
In all capital letters | |
Above cans full of trash | |
But the paint is all peeling | |
Broken glass on the sidewalk | |
Glitters like chandeliers | |
Somebody smashed | |
And my soul feels as empty | |
As a brown paper bag | |
The drained bottle inside it | |
Bought with bummed change | |
40 ounces of liquor | |
For 30 pieces of silver | |
And your temporary suicide | |
Has all been arranged | |
It’s like an angel starts singing | |
An old gospel song | |
In that part of town where | |
No angel belongs | |
But what is this music | |
That falls on my ear | |
It’s the very first snowfall | |
Of a very long year | |
I’m so far from home | |
And all that’s familiar | |
Every prodigal knows | |
How this story goes | |
Was I just runnin’ from what’s | |
Too dark to mention | |
Or were angels escorting me | |
God only knows | |
So help me Maria | |
We heard the same call | |
Our hearts felt as free | |
As a dove newly flown | |
When a big city beckons | |
Ah you just can’t imagine | |
You’re left with no choice | |
Yeah, you just have to go | |
It’s like an angel starts singing | |
An old gospel song | |
In that part of town where | |
No angel belongs | |
But what is this music | |
That falls on deaf ears | |
It’s the very first snowfall | |
Of a very long year | |
There’s two stray dogs runnin’ | |
In Newport, Kentucky | |
They’ve got a secret | |
No one else knows | |
This old dirty city | |
Is cleansed of its sin | |
We’re all light-hearted lovers | |
We’re all beautiful beggars | |
We’re all innocent children | |
As soon as it snows | |
It’s like an angel starts singing | |
An old gospel song | |
In that part of town where | |
No angel belongs | |
But what is this music | |
Are these God’s silent tears? | |
It’s the very first snowfall | |
Of a very long year |
The Christmas decorations | |
Look ragged and rusty | |
A little sooty with coal dust | |
Santa' s missing an eye | |
The neon sign flickers | |
On the cinder block tavern | |
By the Salvation Army | |
And the plumbers supply | |
The old downtown mission | |
Has John 3: 16 painted | |
In all capital letters | |
Above cans full of trash | |
But the paint is all peeling | |
Broken glass on the sidewalk | |
Glitters like chandeliers | |
Somebody smashed | |
And my soul feels as empty | |
As a brown paper bag | |
The drained bottle inside it | |
Bought with bummed change | |
40 ounces of liquor | |
For 30 pieces of silver | |
And your temporary suicide | |
Has all been arranged | |
It' s like an angel starts singing | |
An old gospel song | |
In that part of town where | |
No angel belongs | |
But what is this music | |
That falls on my ear | |
It' s the very first snowfall | |
Of a very long year | |
I' m so far from home | |
And all that' s familiar | |
Every prodigal knows | |
How this story goes | |
Was I just runnin' from what' s | |
Too dark to mention | |
Or were angels escorting me | |
God only knows | |
So help me Maria | |
We heard the same call | |
Our hearts felt as free | |
As a dove newly flown | |
When a big city beckons | |
Ah you just can' t imagine | |
You' re left with no choice | |
Yeah, you just have to go | |
It' s like an angel starts singing | |
An old gospel song | |
In that part of town where | |
No angel belongs | |
But what is this music | |
That falls on deaf ears | |
It' s the very first snowfall | |
Of a very long year | |
There' s two stray dogs runnin' | |
In Newport, Kentucky | |
They' ve got a secret | |
No one else knows | |
This old dirty city | |
Is cleansed of its sin | |
We' re all lighthearted lovers | |
We' re all beautiful beggars | |
We' re all innocent children | |
As soon as it snows | |
It' s like an angel starts singing | |
An old gospel song | |
In that part of town where | |
No angel belongs | |
But what is this music | |
Are these God' s silent tears? | |
It' s the very first snowfall | |
Of a very long year |