Christmas Eve's Apparations lyrics

In the early darkness

A pall of mists falls upon the earth

The dank chill penetrates the soul

Fingers numbed by its grip

But a spark warms the spirit

Though faint it may be

The child's wonder rekindled

In these lonely times

The grey smears the pallet

A canvas of enduring hope

Still it cannot quench

The flame that is relit

For every year's passing

Its duty to those gone now

THeir shared lessons taught well

What greater meaning is there

How can it be measured

But by the weight of a heart

Balanced by the day's ventures

And the goodness gained

To sing of mortal souls

Bound by life's terms

Terminal and so brief

And be truly blessed so

Forever in their modest debt

Then in the mists undefined

In moments unclear

Revelations come to term

In episodes of fondness

For those no longer here