Christmas time in Ireland, in the days when I was
young
When we gathered 'round the fire, and the old songs
they were sung
To hear my dear old mother tell of bygone days of
your
And the way that she spent Christmas, in dear old
Lettermore.
Christmas time was different in the days of yester-year
With candles in the windows, and the bells rang loud
and clear.
All the family gathered, they came from far and wide.
To be all together for a joyios Christmas time
Holly 'round the pictures,red with berries bright
Decorations flutter, they make a pritty sight.
Peeping through the windows, the world is white with
snow
And the friendlt birds are calling, and the widgens
they fly low.
Christmas time in Ireland, in the days when I was
young
When we gathered 'round the fire, and the old songs
they were sung
To hear my dear old mother tell of bygone days of
your
And the way that she spent Christmas, in dear old
Lettermore.
It's well I do remember, the nights of Christmas Eve
As we watched the bright stars in the sky, my stocking
I would leave
Hanging from the bedsted, my hearh is full of glee
Hopeing that dear Santo Clase will please remember
me.
And when on Christmas morning, as dinner time grew
near,
The smell of turkey cooking, curren cake and beer
Happy happy Christmas, let us all be glad.
That we have cherished memories, of Christmas's we
had.
Christmas time in Ireland, in the days when I was
young
When we gathered 'round the fire, and the old songs
they were sung
To hear my dear old mother tell of bygone days of
your
And the way that she spent Christmas, in dear old
Lettermore.
