 Music and lyrics by Loreena McKennitt
Joyful mystery, the birth of our Lord... This night our Lady and St. Joseph was
going up to get registered and, um, they were going down the road and they met
this man and he said, "Have you any room?" and he said, "No, but there's an old
stable over there that I owned, if yous want to go into it." And they went over
and the Lord came down from the heaven at twelve o'clock and loads of beautiful
angels was with them, and when they were walkin'...
I walk the streets of Dublin town
It's eighteen forty-two
It's snowing on this Christmas Eve
Think I'll beg another bob or two
I'll huddle in this doorway here
'Til 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
These three wise kings, um, they were all from different countries. And they
always used to look up at the sky and they looked up this night and saw this
beautiful star up in the sky. And when they were going they all meeted together
and they had to pass King Herod's, not that we much care for him. And they went
in and he said, "Where ye goin' with yer best stitches on ye?"
The horses on the cobbled stones go 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
And they said, "Did you not hear the news?" and say he says, "What news?" He
says, "This day the Savior is born." And he says to them, "When you find him
come back and tell me 'cause I want to go and adore him too." And he was only
coddin' them. He wanted to kill him and when they were going, they stopped and
they said, "Surely not this old stable that our King is born in. We were
expecting a palace."
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
And as we lie in the bell tower high
And dream of days to come
The bells o'er head will call the hours
The day we will find a home
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own
There was these shepherds and shepherds are fellas that mind the foals and cows
and sheeps and little lambs and all and, um, they hears this beautiful music up
in the sky and they were wondering what was so fun. An angel disappated them and
he said, "I was wonderin' what was so fun" and he said ye, and he said, "The
savior is born. If yous want to go see him, follow that star up in the sky," and
it was a beautiful star.
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