Song
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the tank
An old man said to me: won't see another one
And then they a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my away and dreamed about you

They got big as bars
They got of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It´s no place for the
When you first took my on a cold christmas eve
You promised me broadway was waiting for me
You were you were
Queen of new york city when the band finished playing they howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a
Then danced through the .

The boys of the NYPD choir were Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day.

Kim Wilde: So they were really great days, you know, the of both our career(s) and uhm, you know, she was just a really feisty lass and such a great ... great to be with. And I was so with her as a writer. I remember she had a four-track set up in her room when she was living round ... uhm ... round here actually round Shepherd's Bush and I thinking, yeah, that’s what I've got to do. I’ve got to get myself set up with a four-track at home, which I did shortly after ... and ... so she really me, in so many ways.

Song
I could have been someone
Well so could
You took my from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I them with my own
Can´t make it out
I’ve built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas Day.