Текст песни Loreena McKennitt - Dickens` Dublin (the Palace)
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I walk the streets of Dublin townIt`s 1842It`s snowing on this Christmas EveThink I`ll beg another bob or twoI`ll huddle in this doorway hereTill someone comes alongIf the lamp lighter comes real soonMaybe I`ll go home with him.Maybe I can find a place I can call my homeMaybe I can find a home I can call my ownThe horses on the cobbled stones pass byThink I`ll get one one fine dayAnd ride into the country sideAnd 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 on the way I`ll find the dogI saw the other nightAnd tuck him underneath my jacket,So we`ll stay warm through the nightAs we lie in the bell tower highAnd dream of days to comeThe bells o`er head will call the hourThe day we will find a home.