Fairytale Of New York (纽约童话)-Phil Coulter

It was Christmas Eve, babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me Won't see another one 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 years For me and you Said, "Happy Christmas I love you, baby I can see a better time When all our dreams come true" They got cars big as bars They got rivers of gold But the wind blows right through you It's no place for the old When I first took your hand All your fingers were blue Well, 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 Danced through the night And the boys of the NYPD choir Were singing 'Galway Bay' And the bells were ringing out For Christmas Day Be a bum, it was clutter And smell like the gutter While sad broken promises Lay with the trash Every cold chilly night We'd end up in a fight And I'd pray as you'd yell That as train rattled past And the boys of the NYPD choir Still singing 'Galway Bay' And the bells were ringing out Christmas Day I could have been someone Say, so could anyone That I took your dreams from you When you first found me But I kept them with me, babe I put them with my own Can't make it all alone 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 sing a song And sleep when I'm through Dream of another life Where all our dreams come true