Dickens' Dublin

I walk the streets of Dublin townIt's 1842It's snowing on this Christmas EveThink I'll beg another bob or twoI'll huddle in this doorway hereTill someone comes alongIf the lamp lighter comes real soonMaybe I'll go home with him. CHORUSMaybe I can find a place I can call my homeMaybe I can find a home I can call my own The horses on the cobbled stones pass byThink I'll get one one fine dayAnd ride into the country sideAnd very far awayBut now as the daylight disappearsI best find a place to sleepThink I'll slip into the bell towerIn the church just down the street CHORUS Maybe on the way I'll find the dogI saw the other nightAnd tuck him underneath my jacket,So we'll stay warm through the nightAs we lie in the bell tower highAnd dream of days to comeThe bells o'er head will call the hourThe day we will find a home.