I walk the streets of Dublin
It´s 1842
It´s snowing on this Christmas Eve
Think I´ll beg another bob or two
I´ll huddle in this doorway here
Till someone comes along
If the lamplighter 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 pass 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
And as we lie in the bell tower high
And dream of days to come
The bells o´erhead will call the hour
The day we will find a home.