Silent Night

There was a kid called Joseph He'd been dealt a bad hand Was born poor and a bastard But grew up to be a preacher Made a new friend called Franz Joe went over to Franz house Said: see this poem I once wrote I feel like it's got something Can you please put some music To my words Looking down at the paper And the title read:
 Silent Night The first time they performed it It was Christmas Eve They sang it together Franz played the guitar I can see them before me And this big shot organ builder Fell in love with the song Brought it back to his home town Where some folk singers heard it And they spread it around Slightly changed each time it was sung, was Silent Night When I'm down I just think about it How they must have felt when they performed it If the choir cried when they sang it If anyone in the church that day said Well I like the older stuff better They should do more upbeat tunes It could have been a day like any other day When Joseph would be preachin' and Franz would be playin' 9 out of 10 days are slightly disappointing But on the tenth, you see that light beckoning They had no idea that 
Silent Night would be Silent Night Sing it with me Let your voice carry from all those miles away If you sing loud enough, my microphone might record you It might record you Silent night, holy night Silent night, holy night Silent night, holy night Silent night, holy night In World War One, 1914 Because it was Christmas There was a short truce on the battle field Both sides laid down their weapons Sang carols in the night And the day after Like nothing had happened, they continued the fight There was only one song Known to soldiers on both sides And for a second All was calm, and all was bright