Текст песни Fairytale Of New York (feat. Moya Brennan) - Verschiedene Interpret:innen

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 and junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot, you're cheap and you're haggard
Happy Christmas, your arse
I pray to 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
But 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 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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