Battered by sleet on a cold city street
On a night never meant for a roam
The choir of St. Theresa sings Ave Maria
And your heart begins longing for home
Gin for your man and a whisky for Dan
The stories, the lies and the craic
But it's dark and you're lost on the white streets of Boston
Wishing like hell you were back
When it's Christmas in Ireland
Where the sight of the snow on the rocks of Mayo
Means it's Christmas in Ireland
And the wind and the roar of the Donegal shore
Means it's Christmas in Ireland
And you think you can hear through the noise and the tears
The ould fella singing so clear
When it's Christmas in Ireland
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Santa Claus waits by the side of the road
For a present that never will come
He smiles as you slip down the road
For a sip of a stranger's life story and rum
I think you can tell that I know the face well
But I just can't remember the name
I don't mind a tear in this season of cheer
But somehow it's never the same
When it's Christmas in Ireland
Where the sight of the snow on the rocks of Mayo
Means it's Christmas in Ireland
The wind and the roar of the Donegal Shore
Means it's Christmas in Ireland
And you think you can hear through the noise and the tears
The ould fella singing so clear
When it's Christmas in Ireland
Where the sight of the snow on the rocks of Mayo
Means it's Christmas in Ireland
The wind and the roar of the Donegal Shore
Means it's Christmas in Ireland
Where the sight of the snow on the rocks of Mayo
Means it's Christmas in Ireland
The wind and the roar of the Donegal Shore
Means it's Christmas in Ireland
Christmas in Ireland
Christmas in Ireland
Christmas in Ireland
Christmas in Ireland
Christmas in Ireland