Текст песни LOREENA MCKENNITT - Dickens' Dublin (The Palace)
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Текст песни LOREENA MCKENNITT - Dickens' Dublin (The Palace)
(Loreena McKennitt)I walk the streets of DublinIt's 1842It's snowing on this Christmas EveThink I'll beg another bob or twoI'll huddle in this doorway here( )Till someone comes alongIf the lamplighter 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 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 ownMaybe 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'erhead will call the hourThe day we will find a home.