Fairytale Of New York (feat. Moya Brennan)

It was Christmas Eve, babe

In the drunk tank

An old man said to me

Won't see another one

And then he sang a song

The Rare Old Mountain Dew

I turned my face away

And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one

Came in eighteen to one

I've got a feeling

This year's for me and you

So, Happy Christmas

I love you, baby

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold

But the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the old

When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve

You promised me Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome

You were pretty, Queen of New York City

When the band finished playing, they howled out for more

Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing

We kissed on a corner, then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD Choir

Were singing Galway Bay

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas Day

You're a bum, you're a punk

You're an old, slut on junk, lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

You scum bag, you maggot, you're cheap and you're haggard

Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD Choir

Still singing Galway Bay

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas Day

I could have been someone

Well, so could anyone

You took my dreams from me

When I first found you

I kept them with me, babe

I put them with my own

Can't make it all alone

I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD Choir

Still singing Galway Bay

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas Day

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