Dream of a lover with soft auburn hair
When it's Christmas in Ireland
Dancing with children to an old Celtic air
During Christmas in Ireland

What a joyful season of love
Songs, mirth, and cheer
I'll have a flutter that we'll see you there
For Christmas in Ireland

Pick up the pipe and strike the bodhran
It's Christmas in Ireland
Lend me a fiver to bury the wren
Christmas in Ireland

May we all remain live and well
To meet again next year
Peace and goodwill to all women and men
It's Christmas in Ireland

Window's with candles
Stockings on mantles
Holly and ivy
Brown bread with tea
Two weeks out in the countryside
Sounds all right to me
On an emerald isle on the sea

Lets stay awake for as long as we can
While it's Christmas in Ireland

The suns on the yard arm, lets take down the sail
It's Christmas in Ireland
Pour us a strong pint and a bowl of wassail
For Christmas in Ireland

With a hearty clap on the back
For friends near and dear
We're happy as larks living far off the rail
When it's Christmas in Ireland

Turkey and bread sauce and flakey smoked trout
Christmas in Ireland
Minced pies, bread pudding, coffee, and stout
Christmas in Ireland

What a fine time to forget all your ills
And see what you're about
In Limerick and Derry, Dublin, and Dingle
Christmas in Ireland

Dooley and Mary and old Mr Kringle
Hear the bells jingle, out in the wind
Peace and goodwill to all women and men
It's Christmas in Ireland