On a bitter December night an Irish emigrant in Boston, USA reflects on his distant home land. This beautiful ballad was written for Susan McCann by her guitarist of many years, Dermot McQuaid. Christmas In Ireland is a track from Susan's latest album "The Older I Get"
Battered by sleet on a cold city street
On a night never meant for a roam
The choir of St Theresa sings Ave Maria
And your heart begins longing for home
Gin for your man and whiskey for Dan
The stories the lies and the craic
But it is dark and you are lost
On the white streets of Boston
And wishing like hell you were back
Chorus:
When it’s Christmas in Ireland
When the sight of the snow on the rocks of Mayo
Means it’s Christmas in Ireland
And the wind and the roar of the Donegal shore
Means it’s Christmas in Ireland
And you think you can hear through the noise and the tears
The auld fellah singing so clear
When it’s Christmas in Ireland
Santa Claus waits by the side of the road
For a present that never will come
He smiles as you slip down the road for a sip
Of a stranger’s life story and rum
I think you can tell that I know the face well
But I just cannot remember the name
I don’t mind a tear in this season of cheer
But somehow it’s never the same
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