Christmas Eve

Lyrics

Lost and alone on a raw Christmas Eve
The bells ring for time but no one is ready to leave
All the voices are raised with far too much ale
And the drunks are all singing New York’s fairy tale
Yes, the drunks are all singing New York’s fairy tale

Christmas Eve on the streets is no place to be
There’s no warmth to be had from the lights on the tree
Even the street pastors are home in their beds
While the snow falls quick and covers the dead

In the cathedral where the candles all flicker
There’s surreptitious pulls of illicit hard liquor
And despite all the show of Christian piety
You’d be hard pushed to find a lot of sobriety
Yes, you’d be hard pushed to find a lot of sobriety

Christmas Eve on the streets is no place to be
There’s no warmth to be had from the lights on the tree
Even the street pastors are home in their beds
While the snow falls quick and covers the dead

Half-asleep in the doorways the homeless keep watch
And dream of a time when they only drank Scotch
Cartons of coffee and Greggs’ sausage rolls
Left for their comfort by well-meaning souls
Yes, left for their comfort by well-meaning souls

Christmas Eve on the streets is no place to be
There’s no warmth to be had from the lights on the tree
Even the street pastors are home in their beds
While the snow falls quick and covers the dead