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Christy Moore

Fairytale Of New York

 

Fairytale Of New York

(álbum: Live At The Point - 1994)


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 singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing 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
Lying 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 singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out on Christmas Day

I love you baby
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

So Happy Christmas, I love you baby

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