| A Christmas Storm was breaking; |
| there are people in the square
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| There was snow high on the mountain, there was magic in the air
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| My mother held my hand in her hand, till we reached the chapel on the hill
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| And the choirboys made a wonderful noise; |
| I can hear that melody still
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| The choirboys were singing out, the chapel bells were ringing out
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| That Christmas morning when peace lay o’er the world
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| I heard the Christmas story then, of the power and the glory then
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| That Christmas morning in Donegal
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| I hear the singing clearly, the music sweet in my ears
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| And that sense of wonder and magic I’ve treasured through all the years
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| And now the fairy lights glisten, and the presents lie underneath the tree
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| That my memory would stray to the one Christmas day to the chapel,
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| and Mother and me
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| The choirboys were singing out, the chapel bells were ringing out
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| That Christmas morning when peace lay o’er the world
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| I heard the Christmas story then, of the power and the glory then
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| That Christmas morning in Donegal |