Loreena McKennitt - Dickens' Dublin Lyrics
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 this man and he said, "Have you any room?" and he said, "No, but there's an old stable over there that I owned, if yous want to go into it." And they went over and the Lord came down from the heaven at twelve o'clock and loads of beautiful angels was with them, and when they were walkin'...I walk the streets of Dublin townIt's eighteen forty-twoIt's snowing on this Christmas EveThink I'll beg another bob or twoI'll huddle in this doorway here'Til someone comes alongIf the lamp lighter comes real soonMaybe I'll go home with himMaybe I can find a place I can call my homeMaybe I can find a home I can call my ownThese three wise kings, um, they were all from different countries. And they always used to look up at the sky and they looked up this night and saw this beautiful star up in the sky. And when they were going they all meeted together and they had to pass King Herod's, not that we much care for him. And they went in and he said, "Where ye goin' with yer best stitches on ye?"The horses on the cobbled stones go byThink I'll get one, one fine dayAnd ride into the countrysideAnd very far awayBut now as the daylight disappearsI best find a place to sleepThink I'll slip into the bell towerIn the church just down the streetMaybe I can find a place I can call my homeMaybe I can find a home I can call my ownAnd they said, "Did you not hear the news?" and say he says, "What news?" He says, "This day the Savior is born." And he says to them, "When you find him come back and tell me 'cause I want to go and adore him too." And he was only coddin' them. He wanted to kill him and when they were going, they stopped and they said, "Surely not this old stable that our King is born in. We were expecting a palace."Maybe on the way I'll find the dogI saw the other nightAnd tuck him underneath my jacketSo we'll stay warm through the nightAnd as we lie in the bell tower highAnd dream of days to comeThe bells o'er head will call the hoursThe day we will find a homeMaybe I can find a place I can call my homeMaybe I can find a home I can call my ownMaybe I can find a place I can call my homeMaybe I can find a home I can call my ownThere was these shepherds and shepherds are fellas that mind the foals and cows and sheeps and little lambs and all and, um, they hears this beautiful music up in the sky and they were wondering what was so fun. An angel disappated them and he said, "I was wonderin' what was so fun" and he said ye, and he said, "The savior is born. If yous want to go see him, follow that star up in the sky," and it was a beautiful star.
