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 countryside

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 curch just down the street.



Maybe I can find a place I can call my home

Maybe I can find a home I can call my own.



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

And 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.



Maybe I can find a place I can call my home

Maybe I can find a home I can call my own.



Dickens Dublin Transcript

Joyful mystery, the birth of our lord... This night our Lady and St. Joseph

was going up to get registered and um they were going down the road and

they met his man... and he said have you any room and he said 'Not but

there's an old stable over there that I owned... If yous want to get into

it...And they went over and the Lord came down from heaven at twelve

o'clock and loads of beautiful angels was with them... and when they were

walkin....



These three wise kings... um... they were all from different countries. And

they always looked up at the sky and they looked up this ni