Текст песни Christmas Eve, 1943 - Tom McRae

Black crow at my window pane
Hammers out his refrain
An omen of dark skies
Coming of hard times
Coming of rain
And I light fire each night
Your letters, they burn so bright
In copper and blue flame
Illuminate your name
In their dying light
So Lord if you're listening
On this Christmas Eve
Would you carry a spark Lord
To my baby for me
A dress made from my parachute
We married for love so true
And you were my darling
And I was free falling
Down into you
But time wears a hole Lord
In young lovers hearts
And through it I fell Lord
Fell long and fell hard
Lord if you're listening
On this Christmas Eve
Would you tell her you forgive me
Tell her I'm on my knees
The moon had a ragged edge
I pulled her close to my chest
And from her cold lips
I stole one last kiss
I squeezed one last breath
So Lord if you're listening
On this Christmas Eve
Would you tell my sweet baby
I'm on my way
And if you send me to hell Lord
Tell her all that I've said
One last shot of whisky
One last shot of lead
And if you send me to hell Lord
Tell her all that I've said
One last shot of whisky
One last shot of lead