| It’s Christmas Eve, Babe, | 
| In the drunk tank. | 
| An old man said to me, «Won't see another one.» | 
| And then he sang a song, | 
| 'The Rare Old Mountain Dew'. | 
| I turned my face away | 
| And dreamed about you. | 
| Got on a lucky one, | 
| Came in eighteen to one. | 
| I had a feeling | 
| That year’s for me and you. | 
| Said 'Happy Christmas, | 
| I love you baby. | 
| I can see a better time | 
| When all our dreams come true.' | 
| They’ve got cars big as bars, | 
| They’ve got rivers of gold. | 
| But the wind goes right through you, | 
| Its no place for the old. | 
| When I first took your hand, | 
| All your fingers were blue | 
| But I promised you Broadway was waiting for you. | 
| I was handsome, | 
| You were pretty; | 
| Queen of New York City. | 
| When the band finished playing, | 
| They howled out for more. | 
| Sinatra was swinging, | 
| All the drunks they were singing, | 
| And we kissed on the corner | 
| Then danced through the night. | 
| And the boys of the NYPD choir | 
| Were singing Galway Bay. | 
| And the bells were ringing out | 
| For Christmas Day. | 
| The apartment was cluttered, | 
| And it smelled like the gutter | 
| Where my sad broken promises | 
| Lay with the trash. | 
| Every cold dreary night, | 
| We’d end up in a fight | 
| And I’d pray, as you’d yell, | 
| That a train’d rattle past. | 
| And the boys of the NYPD choir | 
| Still singing Galway Bay. | 
| And the bells were ringing out | 
| Christmas Day. | 
| I could have been someone | 
| You said «So could anyone,» | 
| And that I took your dreams from you | 
| When first you found me. | 
| But I kept them with me, Babe, | 
| I put them with my own. | 
| I cant make it all alone, | 
| I built my dreams around you. | 
| It’s Christmas Eve again, in the drunk tank. | 
| I’m an old man now, I won’t see another one. | 
| So I’ll a sing a song, and sleep when I am through | 
| And dream of another life, where all our dreams came true. |