Oh, the snowflakes fell in silence
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Over Belleau Wood that night
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For a Christmas truce had been declared
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By both sides of the fight
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As we lay there in our trenches
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The silence broke in two
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By a German soldier singing
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A song that we all knew
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Though I did not know the language
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The song was "Silent Night"
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Then I heard my buddy whisper,
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"All is calm and all is bright"
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Then the fear and doubt surrounded me
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'Cause I'd die if I was wrong
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But I stood up in my trench
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And I began to sing along
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Then across the frozen battlefield
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Another's voice joined in
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Until one by one each man became
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A singer of the hymn
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Then I thought that I was dreaming
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For right there in my sight
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Stood the German soldier
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'Neath the falling flakes of white
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And he raised his hand and smiled at me
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As if he seemed to say
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Here's hoping we both live
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To see us find a better way
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Then the devil's clock struck midnight
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And the skies lit up again
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And the battlefield where heaven stood
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Was blown to hell again
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But for just one fleeting moment
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The answer seemed so clear
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Heaven's not beyond the clouds
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It's just beyond the fear
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No, heaven's not beyond the clouds
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It's for us to find it here
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Belleau Wood
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Garth Brooks |