I walk the streets of Dublin town

It's 1842

It's snowing on this Christmas Eve

Think I'll beg another bob or two

I'll huddle in this doorway here

Till someone comes along

If the lamp lighter comes real soon

Maybe I'll go home with him.





Maybe I can find a place I can call my home

Maybe I can find a home I can call my own





The horses on the cobbled stones pass by

Think I'll get one one fine day

And ride into the country side

And very far away

But now as the daylight disappears

I best find a place to sleep

Think I'll slip into the bell tower

In the church just down the street





Maybe on the way I'll find the dog

I saw the other night

And tuck him underneath my jacket,

So we'll stay warm through the night

As we lie in the bell tower high

And dream of days to come

The bells o'er head will call the hour

The day we will find a home