I’ve made this same mis take be fore:

(Am7)too man y malls, too man (G)y stores.

De cem ber traf fic, Christ mas rush;

it (Am7)breaks me till I push and shove.

(Em)Chil dren are (Bm)cry ing while moth ers are (G)try ing to (Am)pho to graph (Em)San ta and sleigh.

The (Em)shop ping and (Bm)buy ing and stand ing for (G)ev er in line;

what can I say?

I need a (G)si lent night,

a (D)ho ly night,

to (Em)hear an an gel voice

through the (G)cha os and the noise.

I need a (G)mid night clear,

a lit tle (D)peace right here,

to end this cra zy day with a si lent night.

De cem ber comes, then dis ap pears

(Am7)fast er and fast er ev (G)’ry year.

Did my own moth er keep this pace,

or (Am7)was the world a dif (G)f’rent place,

where (Em)peo ple stayed (Bm)home wish ing for (G)snow, watch ing (Am)three chan nels (Em)on their T V?

(Em)Look at me (Bm)now, rush in’ a (G)round, tryin’ to (Am)buy Christ mas peace.

I need a with a si lent night.

What was it like back there in Beth le hem,

with peace on earth,

good will toward men?

I need a (E)si lent night,

a (B)ho ly night,

to (C#m)hear an an gel voice

through the (E)cha os and the noise.

I need a (E)mid night clear,

a lit tle (B)peace right here,

to end this cra zy day with a si lent night,

to (F#m7)end this cra zy (E)day

with a si lent (Esus)night.