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