Fairytale of New York

It was Christmas Eve, babe

In the drunk tank

And 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 to be old

When you first took my hand

On that 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 the corner

And danced through the night

The boys in the NYPD choir

Were 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 took 'em with me, babe

I put 'em with my own

Can't make it out alone

I've built my dreams around you

The boys in the NYPD choir

Are singing Galway Bay

And the bells are ringing out

For Christmas day