The Mistletoe Song | Christina Custode

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“The Mistletoe Song”
Lyrics by: Lew Custode
Music by: Lew Custode and Steve Parisi
Recorded at:
Blackrock Entertainment
Buffalo, NY; Dwane Hall Engineer.
Executive Producer: Lew Custode
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About the artist

Christina Custode (Cus-t?-d?), a recent graduate from the prestigious Eastman School of Music in Rochester, New York, is no stranger to the Western New York music scene. As a multi-talented musician and vocalist, she has shared the stage with Marvin Hamlisch and the Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra (2005 Holiday Pops Concert), performed with numerous jazz groups on piano and vibraphone, and performed as a cocktail piano soloist, as well as, a sideman with numerous blues and commercial bands. Most recently, Christina Custode was named "Best Female Vocalist" in the Artvoice "2010 Best of Buffalo" poll and currently fronts the pop-rock trio "Rerun", which performs regularly at a popular downtown Buffalo restaurant and nightclub.

In her debut commercial release of "The Mistletoe Song", Christina's heartfelt vocal performance truly captures the emotion of the Holiday Season. Her beautiful tone quality and sensitive phrasing, along with the poignant lyrics and superior arrangement, help make "The Mistletoe Song" an instant Holiday classic.


Verse I:
I hung my Mistletoe, where you could plainly see
In the little room, where we place our Christmas Tree
And I called to you, on a cold dark Christmas Eve
I stood alone, my words echoed in the night

Verse II:
I saw the Children’s Choir, heard the Christmas Songs they sang
‘Heard the church bells chime, through the streets the music rang
In our little town, snow fell softly to the ground
As I stood alone…

And as the Children sleep tonight
They’ll dream of happy days so bright
And a smile will cross each face

I close my eyes I see your face
Oh how I miss your, warm embrace
My one true love …

Verse III:
It’s been a Hard days’ night, as the months turn to a year
With my head held high, as I dry another tear
On this Christmas Eve, in the dark I stand alone
Beneath my Mistletoe