Dickens` Dublin (the Palace) — текст песни (Loreena Mckennitt)

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


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 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.