Workshop of Tommorow Lyrics

In the North the cold winds sigh

Yet magic slips – a quiet cry

Santa's eyes once filled with cheer

Now dimmed by wires far and near

Silent gears hum gifts take flight

No joy no song no twinkling light

Elves once merry now in lines

Bind their hearts to coded signs

Where is the warmth the ember's glow?

Is this the Christmas we should know?

'Twas love that made the spirit soar

Not tech that numbs the heart's core

In the workshop bright the future's spun

Yet warmth has fled with the setting sun

Santa calls the elves reply—

It's love not wires that make us fly

Gifts perfect cold as stone

Yet Santa feels his heart alone

Elves recall the days they'd sing

Now yearning for that lost warm thing

In the workshop bright the future's spun

Yet warmth has fled with the setting sun

Santa calls the elves reply—

It's love not wires that make us fly

And so they find what tech can't teach—

The heart that hands not machines reach