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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 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 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 Letras de cancionesAnd 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 (Merci à Aqu@ pour cettes paroles) From Letras Mania