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Six months have passed since crossroad’s cry,
Now winter holds where echoes died.

The night turns cold, the shadows grow,
Two distant hearts cry soft and low.

This holy night reachin’ my way,
Snow fallin’ soft on our blue coats.
The cannon’s loud, all soldiers pray,
Our regiment turned winter ghost.

Oh Lord,
Shall ya watch over thy family,
And on earth peace, good will toward men.

This bless’d night driftin’ our way,
Cold settlin’ deep on our gray wool.
We whisper hymns the way Ma’d pray,
The Yankee boys reckon we’re the fools.

Oh Lord,
Shall ya watch over thy family,
And on earth peace, good will toward men.

The blue, the gray — we’re all the same,
We missed our loves by any name.

The campfires burn their last warm light,
We brace for yet another fight.
But still we pray this Christmas night,
For one small hope to make things right.

Oh Lord,
Shall ya watch over thy family,
And on earth peace, good will toward men.

The night turns cold, the shadows grow,
Two distant hearts cry soft and low.

Oh Lord,
Shall ya watch over thy family,
And on earth peace, good will toward men.