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Loreena Mckennitt - Dickens' Dublin (i S Recitativem) Loreena Mckennitt - Dickens' Dublin (i S Recitativem) |
*** Autor textu: Loreena McKennitt *** Autor hudby: Loreena McKennitt | /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 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
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own
/These 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 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
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own
/And they said, "Did you not hear the news?"
and he said, "What news?"
They said, "This day the Savior is born."
And he said 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 dog
I saw the other night
And took him underneath my jacket
So we'll stay warm through the night
And 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.
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own
/There was these shepherds and shepherds are fellas
that mind the foals and cows and sheeps and little lambs and all
and, um, they heard 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./
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