Christy Moore - Fairytale of New York lyrics
[Christy Moore - Fairytale of New York lyrics]
It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
An old man said, "Son
I won't see another one"
And then he sang a song
A rare old mountain tune
I turned my eyes away
And I thought about you
I got on a lucky one, came in at 18 1
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
So Happy Christmas, I love you baby
There's going to be good times
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind blows right through you
It's no place for the old
When I first took your hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
I told you that Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome and pretty
Queen of New York city
When the band finished playing
The crowd howled for more
Sinatra was swinging
And the crowd they were singing
We kissed on the corner and
Danced round the floor
And the boys from the New York
Police choir were singin' Galway Bay
And the bells were ringin'
Out on Christmas Day
I could have been someone and so could anyone
I took my dreams from you
When I first met you
I kept them with me, babe
And put them with my own
I can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
You're a bum you're a punk you're
An aul hoor on junk
Lyin' there on the drip nearly
Dead in the bed
You scumbag you maggot you cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas me arse
I would rather be dead
And the boys from the New York
Police choir were singin' Galway Bay
And the bells were ringin'
Out on Christmas Day
An old man said, "Son
I won't see another one"
And then he sang a song
A rare old mountain tune
I turned my eyes away
And I thought about you
I got on a lucky one, came in at 18 1
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
So Happy Christmas, I love you baby
There's going to be good times
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind blows right through you
It's no place for the old
When I first took your hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
I told you that Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome and pretty
Queen of New York city
When the band finished playing
The crowd howled for more
Sinatra was swinging
And the crowd they were singing
We kissed on the corner and
Danced round the floor
And the boys from the New York
Police choir were singin' Galway Bay
And the bells were ringin'
Out on Christmas Day
I could have been someone and so could anyone
I took my dreams from you
When I first met you
I kept them with me, babe
And put them with my own
I can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
You're a bum you're a punk you're
An aul hoor on junk
Lyin' there on the drip nearly
Dead in the bed
You scumbag you maggot you cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas me arse
I would rather be dead
And the boys from the New York
Police choir were singin' Galway Bay
And the bells were ringin'
Out on Christmas Day