Sarah Brightman
Текст песни Another Christmas song

Hope everybody's ringing on their own bell, this fine morning.
Hope everyone's connected to that long distance phone.
Old man, he's a mountain.
Old man, he's an island.
Old man, he's a-waking says
«I'm going to call, call all my children home».

Hope everybody's dancing to their own drum this fine morning
The beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory
Old man, he's calling for his supper.
He's calling for his whisky.
Calling for his sons and daughters,
Calling, calling all his children round.

How many wars you're fighting out there, this winter's morning?
Maybe it's always time for another Christmas song?
Old man he's asleep now.
He's got appointments to keep now.
Dreaming of his sons and daughters, and proving
Proving that the blood is strong.

Proving that the blood is strong.