The night is long, drags slowly in snow
weary reflection in the show window
the streets are sleeping, there's no one outside
you're facing the loneliest night of your life
but suddenly she appears from the breeze
with a soft warm voice she quietly speaks:

"the night is full of beautiful lights
don't worry baby, you'll reach them in time
lost Christmas is a place you can find
don't worry baby, you'll get there tonight"

lost for ages, yet somewhere near
just close your eyes and she'll take you there
where comfort and grace will drown the plight
of trying to stay warm on Christmas night
how did all this got so far during the years
her soothing words still ring in your ears:

"the night is full of beautiful lights
don't worry baby, you'll reach them in time
lost Christmas is a place you can find
don't worry baby, you'll get there tonight
on this Christmas night"

and when I woke up, I was in a beautifull hall, full of light
soft snow strangely falling under crystal chandeliers
and she was there, dancing...