Testo Dickens Dublin The Palace

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. CHORUS 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 CHORUS 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.