Silent Night Songtext
von Annika Norlin

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 hometown
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
Where 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 turn out to 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

In World War One, 1914
Because it was Christmas, there was a short truce on the battlefield
Both sides laid down their weapons, sang carols in the night.
And the day after,
Like nothing had happened, they picked up the fight.

There was only one song known to soldiers on both sides.
And for a second
All was calm, and all was bright.