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Won't you please remind me, oh God
What it's like to be a child again
And the beauty of the mystery
The prophecies long foretold
That the light of the world would come
Through the virgin womb
It's often not so silent
Neither holy or bright
And when the wind comes howling at the walls
It's everything but calm
And doesn't life just have a way
Of turning upside down
Before you know it you look up and see snow
Falling to the ground
Why's the birth of the one who came down for my sins
Often lost in the crescendo of the pain
That I toil in
All I want
Won't you please remind me, oh God
What it's like to be a child again
And the beauty of the mystery
The prophecies long foretold
That the light of the world would come
Through the virgin womb
May his birth still mean
Something to me
Something to me
Something to me
Something to me
Something to me
Something to me
It's often not so silent
But you carry me still
I can rest in the peace that transcends
All that clouds my mind
On this silent night