 Christmas time in Ireland, in the days when I was young
When we gathered 'round the fire, and the old songs they were sung
To hear my dear old mother tell of bygone days of your
And the way that she spent Christmas, in dear old Lettermore.
Christmas time was different in the days of yester-year
With candles in the windows, and the bells rang loud and clear.
All the family gathered, they came from far and wide.
To be all together for a joyios Christmas time
Holly 'round the pictures,red with berries bright
Decorations flutter, they make a pritty sight.
Peeping through the windows, the world is white with snow
And the friendlt birds are calling, and the widgens they fly low.
Christmas time in Ireland, in the days when I was young
When we gathered 'round the fire, and the old songs they were sung
To hear my dear old mother tell of bygone days of your
And the way that she spent Christmas, in dear old Lettermore.
It's well I do remember, the nights of Christmas Eve
As we watched the bright stars in the sky, my stocking I would leave
Hanging from the bedsted, my hearh is full of glee
Hopeing that dear Santo Clase will please remember me.
And when on Christmas morning, as dinner time grew near,
The smell of turkey cooking, curren cake and beer
Happy happy Christmas, let us all be glad.
That we have cherished memories, of Christmas's we had.
Christmas time in Ireland, in the days when I was young
When we gathered 'round the fire, and the old songs they were sung
To hear my dear old mother tell of bygone days of your
And the way that she spent Christmas, in dear old Lettermore.
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