歌词
Rare Old Christmas - Ed Miller
作词:Gary Powell
作曲:Gary Powell
If I could give a gift to thee to hold to your heart dear
I'd give the gift of Irish Hills so you could wander free
And when you'd walk them all I think there's something more I'd bring
The gift of Irish laughter now so you could learn to sing
It's a rare old Christmas with rare old times
With good warm feelings when all are living tonight
And every foolish notion leads to feelings that might start
To make the prayers the children pray come true with all our hearts
If you could give a gift to me that I could hold so dear
I'd love to see you smile upon my life without a tear
And when you've smiled it all away there's something more you'd bring
The gift of gifts remembering that you learned how to sing
It's a rare old Christmas with rare old times
With good warm feelings when all are living tonight
And every foolish notion leads to feelings that might start
To make the prayers the children pray come true with all our hearts
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