Paroles de Dickens' Dublin (The Palace)
I walk the streets of DublinIt'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 lamplighter 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
The horses on the cobbled stones pass by
Think I'll get one, one fine day
And ride into the countryside
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
Maybe on the way I'll find the dog
I saw the other night The bells o'erhead will call the hour
The day we will find a home.
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
The horses on the cobbled stones pass by
Think I'll get one, one fine day
And ride into the countryside
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
Maybe on the way I'll find the dog
I saw the other night The bells o'erhead will call the hour
The day we will find a home.
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