GARTH BROOKS | SILENT NIGHT

Silent all around, young virgin child. Holy heaven so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in silent night. Oh, shepherds quake at the sight. Glories stream from heaven afar. Heavenly hosts sing alleluia. Christ the Savior is born. You know, I remember my favorite Christmas. It was Christmas of 1987. My wife Sandy and I was heading back home to Oklahoma for our first Christmas since we moved to Nashville. Problem was, all the roads were frozen with snow and ice. And they'd closed them all. And just when we thought we wasn't going to get home, the sun broke through and, well, traveling still wasn't easy. But there came a point where we knew we were going to make it home and my wife looked over at me and she said, You're going to see your mama for Christmas, aren't you? And I remember we walked through that door and amidst the tears of joy and the cries of laughter, I heard this Christmas song coming over the kitchen radio. I'll never forget that Christmas or that Christmas song. Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace.