[NARRATION]



And so back at the hotel 

Our angel again arrived 

But this time he went up the front steps 

Which, of course, led him inside 

(it's one of those things that architects 

Conveniently decide) 



Now hotels are quite like people 

No two exactly the same 

And this one had such a magical past 

The angel found himself quite entertained 



The foyer still had an elegance 

That the years could not disguise 

And the shadows of christmas eves long disappeared 

This night, still gently glided by 



For in this hotel, here side by side 

The past and the present dwelled 

And the ghosts who lived here not only lived 

They honestly, lived well 



The lobby had a steinway piano 

That was steeped in memories 

And some said duke ellington's fingers 

Still lingered on those keys 



There was a grand palace ballroom 

Where princesses had once waltzed 

Whose beauty and sense of style 

The newspapers would constantly exhault 



The ghosts of rockefellers and vanderbilts 

Still met at their christmas eve charity balls 

Raising money not for themselves 

But raising it for all 

(and the sound of their children laughing 

Still echoed in these halls) 



Now these spirits of course, could not be seen 

By any human eyes 

But each one smiled at the angel 

When they saw him walking by 



And these ghosts reminded the angel 

How every human waiting to be born, 

And every life that had already left 

When it was tired out and worn 



Were connected by those alive right now 

Which gave the living quite a trust, 

To pass on what was best and good 

Inside of each of us 



Now within each guest room he heard many hearts 

And behind each heart there was a life 

And the angel carefully read them all 

With the next hour of that night 



When he reached the grand palace ballroom 

It was behind closed mahogany doors 

And when the angel was passing by it 

He could hear music begin once more 



It seemed that since this room was built 

Musicians did permanently reside 

And then the angel did what we all would do 

He went to look inside 



And there he found such a majestic orchestra 

To please all, it would be enough 

But then someone plugged a guitar in 

And the volume, it crept up 



So with a song inspired by mozart's 

Famous "queen of the night" 

The orchestra added the word, "winter" 

And some notes, some fog, some lights 



[QUEEN OF THE WINTER NIGHT]



[Instrumental]