THIS LYRIC HAS BEEN RESERVED FOR MUSIC DEVELOPMENT AND CO-OWNER OF
COPYRIGHT UPON COMPLETION BY K.C. GRIMMETT OF NEW GRASS REVIEW - AS
OF 04-14-2004 - Agreed by Author of lyric Betty J. Curtis.
A CHRISTMAS SCENE
Bellhop was busy, carrying baggage.
Doorman was smiling, as a Doorman should be.
Deskclerk was welcoming, though a bit frazzled,
Outside the traffic hummed steadily.
It was an Uptown Hotel, very well known;
one that the wealthy filled up every day,
but a long way from what you'd call "home".
It could make you feel far, far away.
To the lonely and homesick, it might have been China.
To the poor in the cold, it might seem like Heaven.
To the traveler alone, it was an Ocean Liner,
afloat in a sea, and Destiny driven
I watched the crowd move, amid marble and brass,
intent on some purpose that moved them along.
I saw a reflection in the front window glass,
a lone Troubadour was singing a song.
I walked out to hear the song he was singing.
out there in the wind and the cold of the night,
It was a Christmas song, and the bells were ringing,
for the Salvation Army: a real Christmas sight.
To the lonely and homesick it meant love was there.
To the poor in the cold, it was like a warm Light.
To the traveler alone, it meant someone cared,
and they weren't alone in the dark of the night.
...and they weren't alone in the dark of the night ...
( © 2004 - "Future Folk" Music- Betty J. Curtis )