Angels we have heard on high 

Sweetly singing o'er the plains, 

And the mountains in reply 

Echoing their joyous strains. 



Ooh, ooh, ooh... 

Gloria, in excelsis Deo! 



THE NEXT LETTER THAT SHE FOUND 

WAS BY A RIBBON GENTLY BOUND 

TO THE KEY FOR A SMALL MUSIC BOX 

AND SHE PLACED THAT KEY INTO ITS LOCK 



AND THE MELODY THAT IT HAD LEARNED 

ONCE AGAIN BEGAN TO TURN 

AND AS THAT TUNE IT FILLED THE AIR 

SHE OPENED THE LETTER THAT WAS THERE 



AND THAT LETTER CONTAINED A NEWS CLIPPING 

ABOUT A MAN WITH MANY THINGS 

IN HIS WORLD, A GREAT SUCCESS 

AND WHERE HE LIVED, THE BEST ADDRESS 

HIS HAPPY LIFE THE WORLD DID KNOW 

BECAUSE THE PAPERS TOLD US SO 



BUT THE ANGEL HE COULD CLEARLY SEE 

THAT ALL WAS NOT AS IT APPEARED TO BE 

FOR ON THIS NIGHT AS SNOW CLOUDS GATHERED 

THAT MAN WONDERED IF THAT ALL REALLY MATTERED 

AND ON THIS NIGHT INSIDE HIS HOME 

HE REALIZED THAT HE WAS ALONE 

AND HE ASKED HIMSELF WHAT HIS LIFE HAD MEANT 

HOW ALL THESE YEARS THEY HAD BEEN SPENT 

AND HOW HE COULD FEEL HIS LIFE SUCH A WASTE 

WHEN HE HAD EVERY DREAM THAT HE HAD CHASED 



BUT THEN THE ANGEL WHISPERED IN HIS EAR 

AND IN HIS MIND THE MAN HEARD CLEAR 

TELL ME ONE WISH THAT YOU HAVE GRANTED 

TELL ME ONE LIFE YOU'VE ENCHANTED 

TELL ME ONE OF THESE THINGS THAT YOU HAVE DONE 

BUT THE MAN COULD NOT RECALL A SINGLE ONE 



HE WAS CLOSE TO NO ONE, THIS THING HE DID KNOW 

WELL THERE WAS ONE PERSON, BUT THAT WAS LONG AGO 

AND THOUGHT THAT SOMEONE 

HAD BEEN FAR MORE THAN A FRIEND 

IT WAS FAR TOO LATE TO EVER GO BACK TO HER AGAIN