Kirsty Maccoll - Fairytale of New York текст песни

(shane macgowan/j. finer)

It was christmas eve babe

In the drunk tank

An old man said to me, wont 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

Ive got a feeling

This years for me and you

So happy christmas

I love you baby

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true

Theyve got cars big as bars

Theyve got rivers of gold

But the wind goes right through you

Its 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

Youre a bum

Youre a punk

Youre an old slut on junk

Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

You scumbag, you maggot

You cheap lousy faggot

Happy christmas your arse

I pray God its our last

The boys of 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 kept them with me babe

I put them with my own

Cant make it all alone

Ive built my dreams around you

The boys of the nypd choir

Were singing "galway bay"

And the bells were ringing out

For christmas day