| On a cold starry night in the winter time
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| Stood three old men by a mill pond in the moonlight
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| And they spoke of their young men in the front line
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| How they all wished them home for the Christmas time
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| As they spoke from the east came a bright light
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| And it sparkled like pure gold in their sad eyes
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| And an angel came down on Denshaw Mill
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| Spreading her light all around on the Darkside
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| Are you blind can you not see
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| Do you think that it’s me who deceives?
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| He promised to be there if you believe, to carry you home
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| A hole as rotten as ever fouled the green earth
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| Was this old mill in its day, spoke the angel
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| Yet there’s many a poor boy in foreign climes
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| Who would think this old mill now a palace fine
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| As she spoke from the mill there came laughter
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| Came the warm sounds of their young men like a summer breeze
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| And they rose in the night like fire bright
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| Spreading their light all around on the Darkside
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| Are you blind can you not see
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| Do you think that it’s me who deceives?
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| He promised to be there if you believe, to carry you home
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| No-one knows what became of the bonny lads
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| Posted missing, lost in action in a far land
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| Fools and heroes, gallant men, now side by side
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| With the old men who believed they came home that night
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| To the warmth of their homes at Christmas time
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| To the peace of their homes at Christmas time |