Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas eve babe

In the drunk tank.

An old man said to me, "Wont see another one."

And then he sang a song,

'The Rare Old Mountain Dew.'

I turned my face away

And dreamed about you.

Got on a lucky one,

Came in eighteen to one,

I had a feeling

That year's for me and you.

Said 'happy Christmas,

I love you baby.

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true.'

They've got cars big as bars

They've got rivers of gold

But the wind goes right through you

Its no place for the old

When I first took your hand

All your fingers were blue

But I promised you Broadway was waiting for you.

I was handsome,

You were pretty;

Queen of new york city.

When the band finished playing

They howled out for more.

Sinatra was swinging,

All the drunks they were singing,

And we kissed on a corner

Then danced through the night.

And the boys of the NYPD choir

Were singing Galway Bay,

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas day.

The apartment was cluttered,

And it smelled like the gutter

Where my sad broken promises

Lay with the trash.

Every cold dreary night

We'd end up in a fight

And I'd pray as you'd yell

That a train'd rattle past.

I could have been someone

You said "So could anyone,"

And that I took your dreams from you

When first you found me.

But I kept them with me babe,

I put them with my own.

I cant make it all alone

I built my dreams around you.

It's Christmas eve again, in the drunk tank.

I'm an old man now, I won't see another one.

So I'll a sing a song, and sleep when I am through,

And dream of another life, where all our dreams came true.