When the snow falls on christmas eve,
and everything's white
i sit by the window,
and remember another night
when mama played the organ,
and we turned off all the lights
and we all stood around her
and sang silent night
The organ is quiet now,
and mama's gone
the sound of that christmas eve
will live on and on
we sang all the old carols,
the hymns she loved to hear
and she played them over, one by one,
from memory, and by ear
And then she'd find the ancient album,
with its pages turned gold
and the crayon-colored paper star
i made so long ago
but brighter than any star
was the love in mama's eyes
as she said, "merry christmas, kids",
and she kissed us goodnight
and the organ's quiet now,
and mama's gone
but the sound of that christmas eve
will live on and on
the years have gone by now,
since that last christmas eve
but the joy is still with me,
and the love will never leave
when mama played the organ,
and we turned off all the lights
and we all stood together
and sang the last silent night